Historias de Happyhour

Disclaimer:I don't own Final Fantasy, just this plot. Some people do the craziest things when drunk.... (Bad at summaries, remake of my originally happy hour story, getting better at these stories the more I do them!)

Happy Hour is when everyone's spirits are lifted at 6pm when drinks are cheaper and sorrows are drowned quicker. These poems are intended to examine the struggles in society, from the past and the future, taken from all walks of life and put into a few carefully selected words. Maybe in this way the reason people love happy hour so much will become clear. If you're the only one that ever reads these poems, or one of a hundred, don't be afraid to leave a comment if you feel you want to share your experiences or have something to add to my work.

Harbour Standard

cover made by me :)

Happy Hour

"you dumbed a porn star!?" good lord,who let chleo wrote that? -happyhour

You know those feelings that strike you in the middle of the night when you are struggling to fall asleep after a tiring day? Those moments when you are standing in front of your mirror staring at yourself after removing that mask that you wear in front of everyone? That inner voice that screams out to let you know that even though you have been broken but you are not damaged at all? Instead you are wiser? ... . . Basically it is a Diary for me... Just me and no one else🌼

This short piece describes the Americans' need for coffee. I look at the different types of drinks made and ordered at Starbucks. Not only am I observing the customers, but the workers. You could say it is stalking at its finest, or you could be more optimistic and believe it is a social experiment. Read the whole piece to find out if people like the smores frap or the midnight mocha frap better.

{ ~ Drink Your Heart Out ~ }