To my mind there are many ways in which to become drunk. I have allowed myself to become drunk upon a great may things. I have been drunk on lust. The taste of that particular spirit alone is so heady that once experienced, the intoxication of it you tend to never lose an appetite for. There is also something so incredibly inspiring about being intoxicated upon the elixir of power, too. To have learned to skillfully wield power, the first time one does that – the experience never leaves you. You never quite ever get that high again.
I am assuming, however, that you mean, ‘drunk’, as in an over consumption of alcohol, versus any other kind of aforementioned intoxication. I think the first time I got drunk I found myself in the arms of a lover. I had consumed far too much mead, and the evenings flirtations quickly led to something of a more serious nature. Ah, make no mistake. He was intelligent and beautiful but I do believe that it was the alcohol that I had imbibbed that had made him even more so.
By morning my companion was not nearly so fascinating, nor so beautiful, and I had a headache that was severe enough that I swore that such endeavors would be rare. I have yet to ever lose control in such a way again.
Muse: Fanny Fae
Fandom: Original Fiction
Word Count: 220
3 responses to “What happened the first time you got drunk?”
That poor lad must have left you disappointed, didn’t he, Dahlin’? Poor lass! Well, I am sure that there are ways that a gentleman could show you the finer points of intoxication on both the spirits of the vine and the spirit of the flesh?
Well, I am sure that there are ways that a gentleman could show you the finer points of intoxication on both the spirits of the vine and the spirit of the flesh?
Good idea. Be sure to let her know when you find one.
No offense, Doc, but I know far more finer points as you put it of the vine and the flesh than you can ever imagine. The Fae have quite a repetoire of both.