Chapter 198: Dwinking Day
Sunday, Camden
Sam can feel her head beating, blood coursing through her veins faster than it usually did. Alcohol did that; it’s a vasocompressor like coffee and cigarette, after all, constricting the veins forcing the heart to pump faster--causing blood to flow in greater pressure. Like the others, it has its signature buzz.
A buzz that Sam enjoyed, she liked the feel of it--the clouding of her senses, her brain process slowing down as the liquor kills her brain cells--drinking made her feel normal...and normal to her meant stupid, dumb, foolish even.
Her mind doesn’t work in light speed efficiency like it usually did. Alcohol hindered that; it clouded her trail of thought like a careful driver would in a smog-filled highway. She loved it, being normal once in a while.
Heat flushing her skin, face feeling warm. Her body was heated, and psychologically what alcohol did to women is different from men. Women tend to gain more confidence in the drunkard state, more heated. In contrast, men at a certain level of alcohol in the body are unable to...well, respond sexually, compared to women who have increased sexual yearning.
Levi scowled when the redhead remained unresponsive from his text messages 3 hours later. It was her day off; one Elle insisted she took, after such a busy week. The slicked blond had initially assumed she would spend her time in Eastbourne as usual, but she was a no show.
He drove towards her flat and opened the door with the keys she gave him; after shrugging off his coat, he walked into the parlour where he found the redhead sat on the leather sofa frowning up at his image.
He scanned her, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes had that dazed glint in it. On the table was a half-empty Antonov
"Why-what cha’ doin’ here?" she slurred, and as he expected, she was intoxicated. He made his way towards her, "Why. Are. You. drinking?" he asked, emphasizing each word, annoyed that she picked a bottle of Antonov over going to Eastbourne, no, over him.
The intoxicated redhead squinted her eyes at his blurry image as he removed his suit jacket and draped it carefully on the armrest before sitting right beside her on the sofa. She grinned at him, "Killing’ ---some---time. IT’S SUNDAY! Dwinking day!" she exclaimed, cheerfully raising her glass of vodka.