^_^

She stumbled out of her room and to the sink. Splashing cold water on to her face, she looked up, big dull eyes looking into the hazy mirror. Fuck. She thought. I look as miserable as I feel. She giggled a little at that. Couldn't help it. At that moment, her phone buzzed. A message from her friends. Dinner outside or at the canteen? Eventually, she decided to go out. She had to get a drink anyway.

Luckily, her friends too wanted some alcohol. The three of them made their way to the shop at the end of the end of the road. Three quarts of some cheap old rum, some smokes and a mixer and they were set. Making their way back to the college slowly, they decided to sit at their local smoking spot (right outside college) and drink there. It was good. Felt calm.

Later on phone calls would come. Explanations would be asked for. Some would be given, some would be avoided and some would be ignored. But, for now, everything was cool. And all they had to do was not worry...and be happy...

Alcoholic? We're not alcoholic!