It nauseated him. She gave him water to feel better. His lips were dry. He puked in a washbowl, and she courage him to continue, to clean his body from the poison. This was a daily routine after weekend parties. The rest of the day he was sleeping to recover himself.
Sally remembered last night. She was also drinking. 1,2,3,5 or more beers, who count? At first, everything was better. The lights in the club were fabulous, she was a dancing queen and guys looked at her. Later, she went to pee, and the toilet was full of ladies in the line. The fuck, she thought, why should she wait in the line with some bimbos?
She was aggressive. She could not wait. She peed outside in the ambush. Then her boyfriend asked her something, she did not hear him. She kicked the wall of an abandoned coffee bar with her feet. "Stop, you will break the window. " Sally was aggressive, and they fought. She remembered everything 6 hours later. Now, Sally is looking at her sleepy boyfriend, who is lying in bed.
They are one couple who drink a lot for the weekends. Sally said that is enough.
She counted all the consequences and made a list of how alcohol affects her.
She is aggressive.
She is depressed.
It frustrates her.
She is hypersensitive.
She hates people.
Her boyfriend, Kevin, made his list, too.
It depresses him.
He is pessimistic.
He lost a sense.
He hated Sally, because of the scenes she made.
He can't sleep well.
They are aware of this, so this is the first step. Alcohol is like a seductive woman. At first, you feel fascinated with the joy and adrenaline she brings, but later, after she has gone, your frustrations grow. It was the one-night stand adventure, which brings only nausea and headache.
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