You randomly remember that bottle of Vodka...

You consider a glass of wine. Or at least, it occurs to you enough to consider it, but you recall the bottle is just about empty, now. That's fine, too, right? It was a fun little time, and that's no big deal. --Not like you have a CHOICE, right? You're not gonna GO OUT JUST FOR WINE, like some sort of crazy cat lady. That would be too much... oh, BUUUUT...

You open your cupboard, while Pop-Tart rubs against your legs. In one of the cabinets, behind your tea set that you've never used (...Ugh. You LIKE tea. Why is it just sitting here...), is a big, clear, glass bottle. Moving things around and pulling it out, you retrieve a dusty bottle of vodka. It makes funny noises when it splooshes around, maybe from the thick glass. It was an off-target gift a cousin gave you, which is hardly rare, but somehow you recalled it now.

You feel like you're at least experienced, the last week or so, so maybe this won't give you stomach pain like it did the last time you had it (Because you were already not as young as you used to be, last time... sure, you used to party in your late teens\early twenties, but that feels like another body, another life ago). You feel glad you tried the wine. So maybe you'll enjoy acquiring a taste for vodka, too, and can impress people at parties and work gatherings. You know, those things you go to... ...

But, even just sniffing at it, you wrinkle your nose. It's like rubbing ****. You DEFINITELY should mix this with something. But there's only questionable milk, in your fridge, and water from the tap. Ew.

You google what people mix with vodka, online. The number one thing is Red Bull. Oh, energy drinks. You've tried them once or twice before, and they had you bouncing off the walls. --But it's probably cancelled out by the vodka!

You get dressed (...Leave your PJs on and put a coat on) and drive to the closest gas station, feeling a little excited for some reason, even though it's just you. You buy a few cans, and head back home.

Once home, you vaguely remember as a kid in college, when you drank you typically bought mixed drinks at the bar. --SO much money wasted. Or had drinks bought for you, just by dressing cute with a little cleavage and such. So it's not like you knew the recipes, let alone remembered now, so you default to a glass half red bull, half vodka. You know you did shots, but there were typically a bunch, and you seldom knew what was in each - They just seemed like a silly way to slow down drinking, at the time, and you gave up partying before too long anyway, as you didn't want it to mess with your career you were going to build. Well, it's built now, so you're allowed to have a little experimentation for fun.

Hesitating a little... you sip at your custom drink. ...Oh! It's a lot of flavors, but not that bad. --You wiggle, as a shiver of the strong, bitter and sour **** mixes with the fizzy, sugary contrast. They help cancel each other out, somehow. Makes sense. Still you can't help but recoil, shivers up your spine from resisting instinct to reject alarming flavors. You take the drink into the living room, and sip at it pretty easily while you watch TV. The shivers go away soon enough. It's not bad? But also not something you would suggest to adults. But there's nobody here to judge you. It goes down easy enough, and you kinda feel it already as you get up for a second glass. You mix up the same thing, and go to sit back down, and feel oddly good... Well. It isn't odd. Don't be silly. It's got caffeine in it too this time, remember? So this enthusiasm is probably just that.

Not even halfway through the second glass, it's just plain exciting, how much energy you feel. How excited you're getting! Like this was a great opportunity for all sorts of things, and an even better idea! You almost forget yourself, and try to reel your attention back in, watching a terribly amusing reality TV show while sipping at your drink. But before long, you need another refill, and the show has ended, so you get up... and stumble. Oh, man! It's been a while! You laugh at yourself, as you head back into the kitchen. You mix the drink again -- why mess with a good thing -- and trod back off.

You barely make it to the couch, and somehow you're dizzier than you were when you stood up, and so you hold off on any more... but it keeps getting more dizzy, until the world is spinning, even though you stopped. --So might as well keep going, if it makes no difference, right? You sip at the glass...

Before you know it, you're back in the kitchen again, for a refill... but you don't have any more cans. Well, whatever -- you feel better than you ever have before, and don't want this moment to pass you by. You sip directly from the bottle of vodka. Sure enough, it's no big deal at all! Tastes like water! Spicy water! You just take it with you directly.

You head back to the living room, feeling like a real power player. None of your friends aren't like you cause they CAN'T be like you, otherwise OF COURSE they would. You have your OWN house, drive a BEE EMM DOUBLE-EW, and make SIX DIGITS! Somehow you wound up in your bedroom, instead, and laugh over it. It's these damn hiccups, they keep making you lose focus. It's too damn hot... pulling off your PJ's, you're sweating. It was a good call. But now you're overly aware of yourself, because you keep jiggling, because of these damn hiccups every few seconds. --It's fine. It's MORE than fine, you KNOW you're sexy! The kids are always saying curvy this and thicc that. You are just ahead of the game, because you know better, you ALWAYS know better! And people are figuring this out every day at work, in fact, now that you think about it! You start to change your clothes, considering a nice dress but quickly defaulting to an underwear fashion show -- taking swigs of your bottle in-between--, gassing yourself up. And everything you see only confirms your suspicions that you are a veritable goddess. Your hands are shaking with excitement...

Suddenly you're checking your phone and are annoyed at the lack of notifications since it was a pain in the ass to unlock, and clunk into the wall while walking, and sit on the floor, laughing at yourself hysterically.

Suddenly you're pissing like a race horse, as you look at the toilet seat beside you. --You're squatting in the shower. You're a genius. But you forgot to take off your panties. Hilarious.

Suddenly, you're on the phone with somebody. He sounds hot, which is probably why you're describing how you're dressed. For some reason, he doesn't understand, so you start taking selfies. Just WAIT until you see his reaction to THIS! He's never seen anybody like you. ...Who was he, though? That matters... oh, maybe it's that asshole from work! How did he get your phone number?? Too bad he's not here now, cause you're in SUCH an AMAZINGLY good mood! It's too much of a pain to explain your address, you can't recall at the second. Oh well. Aaand send!

Suddenly you're walking down the sidewalk. The ground is cool and comfy on your bare feet, but also sharp and pinchy. But it also feels like it's kinda none of your business. The breeze feels niiice... it was too hot inside...

Suddenly, you're throwing up in the middle of the road. Aah, much better!

Suddenly, you're talking to some boys, near a building. Didn't you go to school with these guys? As you can't stop hiccuping, you realize they can see so, so much of you. Aah... they're looking... you're showing...

Suddenly, you're having sex. You're getting laid! It's been quite a while! It feels... so thrilling. But confusing. It's a bit dark. You feel so roughhoused, like you're wrestling with every part of your body. You are so dizzy, it's hard to breathe and you keep coughing and sputtering. You want to throw up, it would feel much better. But this happening... you're a goddess. So it makes sense. And you want to enjoy it, and half of you feels better than it ever has before, but it's some other half? Like it's someone else, like you can't focus on it.. and for some reason... --This is definitely a good idea. This is definitely what you want. But for some reason, you feel a bit scared...

Suddenly, you're crawling across a lawn. It's your lawn. That's right, you need to get inside. You're so tired... you feel so sick. You feel so scared. You don't know how you're gonna open your door... it's already open. Good. Just a bit more...