[fic] Alcohol and Math | 8059 drabble, gokudera pov
I NOW OFFICIALLY HATE PLURK.
lonelybusiness, this is lame and rushed but IT IS FOR YOU.
for the record, bb, i prefer yours ♥
oh hey, look at that.
i see you are getting the hang of this :D~
but love loves only the three-minute drunk in drunkenness, for abandonment
has nothing to do with wine, or how the survivor's cup holds reflections
of sword and dagger, and less to do with moonlight
~ Zheng Danyi, "but love"
Alcohol and Math
Consider exactly what percentage of our time alone together revolves around alcohol. Ever since we hit drinking age it seems to be all we do, as if we were waiting to grow up just for this.
Let's say we spend around 80% of our time alone together getting wasted. Let's say that nine times out of ten, when we share a bottle we end up in bed. Someone has to keep track of the numbers here.
We don't fight. For a change. We sit, and we stare, and we talk about nothing until we get down to the raw and basic truth that we didn't invite each other out to go drinking because we enjoy the conversation. We look into each other's eyes and we look away and we talk in short bursts of code. If we talk at all.
When we're together but we're not alone, and there is no alcohol, we go back to throwing names at each other, 100% of the time. So it's a given that we're not in love, but that doesn't mean we go drinking just to have an excuse to have sex, and in the morning tell each other something stupid in code, like "I was drunk, I didn't know what I was doing." or "Sorry, it'll never happen again."
Because we're not in love. The numbers say so.
And I can't explain this.
lonelybusiness, this is lame and rushed but IT IS FOR YOU.
for the record, bb, i prefer yours ♥
oh hey, look at that.
i see you are getting the hang of this :D~
but love loves only the three-minute drunk in drunkenness, for abandonment
has nothing to do with wine, or how the survivor's cup holds reflections
of sword and dagger, and less to do with moonlight
~ Zheng Danyi, "but love"
Alcohol and Math
Consider exactly what percentage of our time alone together revolves around alcohol. Ever since we hit drinking age it seems to be all we do, as if we were waiting to grow up just for this.
Let's say we spend around 80% of our time alone together getting wasted. Let's say that nine times out of ten, when we share a bottle we end up in bed. Someone has to keep track of the numbers here.
We don't fight. For a change. We sit, and we stare, and we talk about nothing until we get down to the raw and basic truth that we didn't invite each other out to go drinking because we enjoy the conversation. We look into each other's eyes and we look away and we talk in short bursts of code. If we talk at all.
When we're together but we're not alone, and there is no alcohol, we go back to throwing names at each other, 100% of the time. So it's a given that we're not in love, but that doesn't mean we go drinking just to have an excuse to have sex, and in the morning tell each other something stupid in code, like "I was drunk, I didn't know what I was doing." or "Sorry, it'll never happen again."
Because we're not in love. The numbers say so.
And I can't explain this.