Seven deadly sins

Seventh Deadly Sin 7: Gluttony

Gluttony: Habitual greed or excess in eating

'Ma'am, that's your sixth drink. I think it's time for you to go home.' The bartender gently spoke to me while trying to pry the almost empty bottle from my hand.

I giggled and grabbed the bartenders hand.

'No dear,' I slurred. 'You just gotta keep em coming. I came here to drink and drink is what I shall pee.' I laughed when realised what I had said

'Ok that's it. I'm going to go call a taxi to come and pick you up.'

He went behind a door and returned a couple minutes later.

'A taxi is going to come in a couple of minutes to pick you up. Do you understand what I am saying?' He asked me in a babyish way.

'Of course I do, you ravishingly handsome, young goat. Why wouldn't I understand you? I have a nose you know.' I slurred as I pulled on his black tie.

The cute bartender just laughed as he gently grabbed my arm and helped me outside. A couple minutes later, a white car with a glowing taxi sign pulled up in front of us. The bartender struggled to put me into the backseat as I continuously tried to pull him in with me. After many attempts, he managed to free himself.

'Madam, where am I going tonight?' The taxi driver asked.

'To my husbands.'

'And may I ask, where is your husbands house?' He asked.

'I don't know.' I responded. 'He's standing right at my door. Why don't you just ask him.'

The taxi driver turned to the bartender who was still at the door.

'No no no no. We are not married. As you can see, she's clearly dr-'

'We're not married?' I trembled, tears filling my eyes.

'What I was supposed to say was that we are not married YET.' He spoke, clearly trying to calm me down.

'Oh, ok then.' I whispered before falling asleep.

I woke up the next day to my friend sitting at the end of the bed, giggling to herself.

'What so funny?' I groaned.

'Well, last night I got a text from someone who was using your phone, saying that you were drunk and wanted to know what my address was. I then texted them back and couple minutes later, you turned up at my door, being held up by this hot, masculine guy. He explained how you told the taxi driver that you were married to the bartender.'

I slapped my forehead.

'I feel so stupid right now.' I mumbled.

'Well you shouldn't cause whatever you said or did , it made him pass me his number to give to you.'