We're friends, not lovers. We hang out on weekends, just having friendly chit-chat, nothing more. Alcohol dons the Beer-cloak or Wine-dress. Sometimes we'll kiss a little and then I feel light-headed. Once in a while, I want something more and Alcohol never refuses. We've only gone all the way once, and I felt terrible the whole next day.
But considering the recent stress from exams, my grandfather's death, my dad's depression, and my mom being stuck in Europe thanks to the Volcano, Alcohol and I are going to have one hell of a night together in a week.