Return of Bartender Demo! Scout found out about his extra job and decides to tag along. Demo retaliates to this new addition by bringing Sniper along to help alleviate some of the stress brought on by the boy and the drunk Medic, as well as refusing to sell Scout any drinks by claiming that he’s underage - even though they all know he’s in his twenties ^^
Sequel to this - unfortunately, I don’t have a fanfic to go along with it this time :O
Is it really that hard, being a First World woman? Is it really so tough to have the career and the spouse and the pets and the herb garden and the core strengthening and the oh-I-just-woke-up-like-this makeup and the face injections and the Uber driver who might possibly be a rapist? Is it so hard to work 10 hours for your rightful 77 percent of a salary, walk home past a drunk who invites you to suck his cock, and turn on the TV to hear the men who run this country talk about protecting you from abortion regret by forcing you to grow children inside your body?
I once heard a sober alcoholic say that drinking never made him happy, but it made him feel like he was going to be happy in about fifteen minutes. That was exactly it, and I couldn’t understand why the happiness never came, couldn’t see the flaw in my thinking, couldn’t see that alcohol kept me trapped in a world of illusion, procrastination, paralysis. I lived always in the future, never in the present. Next time, next time! Next time I drank it would be different, next time it would make me feel good again. And all my efforts were doomed, because already drinking hadn’t made me feel good in years.
Wanna know why space research is so slow? Well let me tell you, kids. We’ve found a giant cloud of alcohol in space and let me just say, some of the astronauts are a little… Hungover. Huston cant help you now!