Look in the kitchen

Wandering into the well appointed kitchen Micheal checks in the fridge. He is hoping to find a soda or maybe some juice but instead he find a bottle of expensive looking wine. With a shrug he pours himself a glass and takes a sip. It doesn't taste great to him at first but he is reminded of the first time he tried beer at a party, he hadn't much liked the taste of that either but it had soon grown on him. He takes another sip and then another swig and before he knows it the glass is empty and he is well into another.

"Okay that's not so bad" he says slurring just a little "let's see what else is around here."

He starts nosing through cupboards a draws until he finds a pack of cigarettes.

"Huh?" he grunts a little surprised "I didn't know Mrs Samuels smoked. I'm learning all kinds of interesting things today."

For some reason he finds that incredibly funny and burst out laughing. The sudden fit of the giggles leaves him light headed and dizzy and he sit down in the middle of the room a third glass of wine in one hand a the cigarettes in the other.

"Fuck it" he tells the empty room "It's not like they are my lungs anyway."

He fumbles the packet open spilling it's contents on the floor with a little difficulty he manoeuvres a cigarette into his mouth and light it with a disposable lighter. He takes a deep drag and exhales a plume of acrid smoke, it makes him cough a bit but not as much as he'd expect. As with the wine he isn't sure about the taste but it makes him feel pretty good.

He leans back against the counter legs splayed out in front of him eyes half closed as he finishs the cigarette and idly play with his borrowed tits. At some point he realises he is out of wine but getting up to look for more just seems like too much effort.

Instead he just sighs in drunken contentment happy to stay exactly where is are until...