bleeding tears

One beer

Beca's POV:

The kiss with Chloe had felt amazing. I had been wanting to kiss her since the day I had first seen her.

I was sitting in my bed, just smiling widely.
I played with the thought of sending Chloe another text message. Something like "I really like you" but I decided not to because I didn't want to be too much of a softie.

For a few days already I had been having trouble breathing. I knew damn well that there wasn't much time left for me. Every day started to become a daily struggle.

My smile faded when I started speculating about death and what might come after.
I didn't believe in god but I believed that there was something. I believed that death wasn't the end.

Chloe's POV:

After work I decided to go to Joe's bar. It was next to the hospital and us doctors always went there to chill and drink after a rough day of saving lives.

"One beer, please", I ordered and sat down on one of the bar stools.

It wasn't busy today, only a few people were playing darts and sipping some drinks. Not anyone I knew.

I laid my head on the counter and played the whole day on repeat in my head.
"Your beer, Ma'am", the barkeeper said and placed the glass next to me. I sat up straight and thanked him before I took a sip.
One beer turned into four, five, six.

"I'd like to have a shot", I announced, obviously tipsy. "What kind?", the barkeeper asked while he was cleaning the counter. "Vodka will do", I giggled and searched for my lipgloss in my handbag. After what felt like years I had finally found it and refreshed my lips.

My throat burned as I swallowed the alcoholic liquid.
Only a few minutes later I could feel the effect.
I ordered another one.
I felt the dizziness overcoming me.
I ordered the third one.
Speaking clearly turned into a challenge.
I ordered the fourth one.
My sight started getting more and more blurry.

My head was resting on my hand as I started babbling random things.
"Doo you knooow what I reeeeally like?", I pointed out and the barkeeper looked at me in confusion. "No", he laughed and went on cleaning the dishes. "Choooocoolate", I slurred and looked at the ceiling, "annnnd giraffes", I added making weird moves with my right hand, "oooh I loooove giraffes, they are sooo loovely animaaals."
I burst out laughing and ordered the fifth shot.
In less than 10 minutes I was done with the sixth and seventh. It was half past 11.
My phone was ringing but I didn't notice it.

"Can I havve anothe one", I managed to phrase.

"Don't you think you've had enough?"

"No, no I'mmmm okay", I tried to make him clear and smiled. I must have looked like a tired horse.
Unwilling the barkeeper filled my shot glass for another round.

I had reached the point where I could say I was really really drunk. I hadn't been planning on getting drunk. I only wanted to have one beer. My messed up situation made me pass my limits.

Again my phone was ringing, but I was resting on the counter, halfway passed out.
"Do you have someone to come pick you up", I heard a male voice wanting to know. It must have been the barkeeper but I hardly realized anything anymore.

Until I felt the nausea rising.

I jumped up and staggered to the bathroom during which I almost fell down like 11 times. I covered my mouth but luckily reached the toilet in time as I threw up.

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