Post by James Baxter on Feb 23, 2017 20:51:25 GMT
Perhaps it was the affect alcohol had on his ability, or even his personality, whatever it was, James found himself a different person when he drank. While he was entirely mellow typically, he wasn't quite considered fun. Once he knocked back a few shots, a couple beers, he transformed into a more sociable person. Not that he understood human emotion any better, nor did he always convey it the best, but he cracked jokes that he thought were funny and his flirting wasn't as terrible. He'd landed a few girls this way, though, nothing serious. It was never serious anymore.
Having a friend like Taylor McCarthy, a certified drinking buddy straight from Ireland, made the transition easier. He went from the bump on a very boring pickle to a normal twenty-two year old with few inhibitions. Responsibility flew out the window and he turned into the poor excuse of a son that his parents always seemed to make him out to be.
He was precisely four and a half beers deep, and two shots of tequila in. James found himself feeling a bit tipsy, which was the desired effect. He'd received some news that had shaken him a bit, though he never quite expressed that anything ever got to him. His consumption of alcohol was all the evidence anyone needed when it came to James. He was a rock, but alcohol seemed to loosen him up and sometimes, he lost control of who he felt that he was.
In this case, James was slamming down a shot glass and letting out a very brutish "Owwwww," Maybe even considered a howl. Like he was some frat boy. "Another? I'm still determined to drink you under the table one of these days, man." He laughed and smacked the side of his face to fend off the creeping slur that he felt coming. "Teach me, senpai!" James snickered again.
Having a friend like Taylor McCarthy, a certified drinking buddy straight from Ireland, made the transition easier. He went from the bump on a very boring pickle to a normal twenty-two year old with few inhibitions. Responsibility flew out the window and he turned into the poor excuse of a son that his parents always seemed to make him out to be.
He was precisely four and a half beers deep, and two shots of tequila in. James found himself feeling a bit tipsy, which was the desired effect. He'd received some news that had shaken him a bit, though he never quite expressed that anything ever got to him. His consumption of alcohol was all the evidence anyone needed when it came to James. He was a rock, but alcohol seemed to loosen him up and sometimes, he lost control of who he felt that he was.
In this case, James was slamming down a shot glass and letting out a very brutish "Owwwww," Maybe even considered a howl. Like he was some frat boy. "Another? I'm still determined to drink you under the table one of these days, man." He laughed and smacked the side of his face to fend off the creeping slur that he felt coming. "Teach me, senpai!" James snickered again.