The Disappointment
You nervously check over your shoulder and listen for sounds of movement coming from the lounge room. You hear nothing, except the constant roaring cheers of the cricket fans coming from the TV. You carefully twist the lid off the Jack Daniels bottle like a secret agent cracking a safe.
Bringing the bottle up to your lips, you take a few quick gulps of the precious golden liquid. Almost instantly, you feel a wave of relaxing warmth flush through your body and you know that in a few minutes you'll get that temporary feeling of euphoria that you've come to love. You desperately want to take a few more gulps, but you know that you're taking enough of a risk already.
Now comes the next moral quandary: do you put the bottle back and hope that your Dad doesn't notice the missing amount? Or do you try and cover it up by adding some water to the bottle? You took some pretty decent gulps, so the level is noticeably lower. But your Dad is typically drunk when he's at home, so maybe he won't even notice?
Bringing the bottle up to your lips, you take a few quick gulps of the precious golden liquid. Almost instantly, you feel a wave of relaxing warmth flush through your body and you know that in a few minutes you'll get that temporary feeling of euphoria that you've come to love. You desperately want to take a few more gulps, but you know that you're taking enough of a risk already.
Now comes the next moral quandary: do you put the bottle back and hope that your Dad doesn't notice the missing amount? Or do you try and cover it up by adding some water to the bottle? You took some pretty decent gulps, so the level is noticeably lower. But your Dad is typically drunk when he's at home, so maybe he won't even notice?