There was no sincere way to tell if someone has been drinking. Everyone always told me I was making it up, they weren't really drunk, and that I was delusional from when I was a child. I didn't know how some people could be so ignorant, well I did, it was because they never had to be around it but it's such a common issue, everyone lets themselves be considered experts on it. There was no such thing as an expert on it, but if there was I just might be eligible for the position.
but this one is tricky because if you haven't (or very rarely) see them sober it is hard to judge the difference though I find that different mixtures affect everyone differently. In terms of our subject, it goes as follows:
Today, she would have to drive so she hasn't been drinking, she only had a glass of Gazela Vinho Verde to wake her up this morning. A second one sat loosely in her hand.
"Let's go," She called up the stairs. "Bug's coming over later!" Bug was a dark haired guy, early thirties, real greasy and came over most weekends. Especially when she was feeling lonely. Needless to say, I was not a fan.
I swung my body forwards over the railing to talk to her. "I just need one more thing!"
She scoffed, but this is where I'm going to start paraphrasing due to already harsh words. "Well get down here, I don't have time for this!"
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The Door on a Beach [EDITING]
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