The Disappointment
You twist the cap back on the bottle and place it back exactly where you picked it up from. Dad surely isn't observant enough to notice that there's a little less than before. Besides, even if he does accuse you, you can always just deny it. Once you told him that alcohol can evaporate a little in warmer weather, and he was drunk enough at the time to believe it.
Those few swigs of Jack Daniels had the desired effect, and the stress of what you experienced in the bathroom gradually starts to slip away. It's as though the booze is a delicate golden masseuse expertly kneading the tensions out of your brain. As you begin to relax, the huge to have a cigarette creeps in like you coming through the front door at 3 am.
You pull a crumpled box of cigarettes from your pocket and flip it open. Damn, only one left. And you only brought the pack yesterday. You must have been sharing them around last night, or (more likely) just smoking up a storm.
Those few swigs of Jack Daniels had the desired effect, and the stress of what you experienced in the bathroom gradually starts to slip away. It's as though the booze is a delicate golden masseuse expertly kneading the tensions out of your brain. As you begin to relax, the huge to have a cigarette creeps in like you coming through the front door at 3 am.
You pull a crumpled box of cigarettes from your pocket and flip it open. Damn, only one left. And you only brought the pack yesterday. You must have been sharing them around last night, or (more likely) just smoking up a storm.