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Vodka is my drink of choice.

It reminds me of you, you know.

The way my nose wrinkles in disgust as the fumes register in my brain.

Still, i feel a tug of desire in my heart.

I know i can't resist.

The taste, burning bittersweet on the back of my tongue.

I take small sips; i like to enjoy my torture.

The liquid moves like icy fire down my throat, scorching everything in it's path yet leaving a path of destruction that i find pleasant.

The trail of fire ends, finally, in my stomach where it dulls to soft candlelight.

I can nearly see the soft glow of the flames as the nauseating warmth spreads through my torso.

I take sip after sip until everything is fuzzy, and now i'm unsure of how exactly i happened to end up in this room.

Completely incoherent, i set the bottle down and lay on my back, enjoying the nothingness of my thoughts.

I suppose i'd be lying if i said i wouldn't see you again.

Description
Vodka is my drink of choice.

It reminds me of you, you know.

The way my nose wrinkles in disgust as the fumes register in my brain.

Still, i feel a tug of desire in my heart.

I know i can't resist.

The taste, burning bittersweet on the back of my tongue.

I take small sips; i like to enjoy my torture.

The liquid moves like icy fire down my throat, scorching everything in it's path yet leaving a path of destruction that i find pleasant.

The trail of fire ends, finally, in my stomach where it dulls to soft candlelight.

I can nearly see the soft glow of the flames as the nauseating warmth spreads through my torso.

I take sip after sip until everything is fuzzy, and now i'm unsure of how exactly i happened to end up in this room.

Completely incoherent, i set the bottle down and lay on my back, enjoying the nothingness of my thoughts.

I suppose i'd be lying if i said i wouldn't see you again.