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Due to no overwhelming reaction i present you the second part to Fifty Chips of Lays
This is entitled:
22 cups of Dew
I could feel my mouth crave for it. I had to have it.
I needed it.
When this feeling gets you there's no way to fight it. You just have to lean back and let it fill your mouth.
Thirst. Its a finicky thing.
You drink too much and you could wind up in a coughing stupor. Drink too little and you'll get thirsty again.
Not me. I know my limit.
The Dew knows it too.
With little energy i had left over from the...situation earlier that night I forced my self up from the couch.
I opened the fridge and see it.
Its so big it almost hits me in the face.
The bottle tight and ready.
I smile.
I use both hand to pull it out.
It's heavy.
It developed a little bit of condensation while its time in the fridge. It's hard to grip.
I force myself to hold on.
I carefully walk over and place it on the table.
Don't shake it. I tell myself, recalling past incidents where I ended up covered in it.
I smile. That wasn't so bad.
I set down a cup next to the big thing. Its so small.
I place two fingers at the tip. I grip it. I twist.
The bottle hisses and i smile once again.
In an instant the thing lets out more than i was expecting.
The table, the floor, and I are sprayed.
A drop hits my lips and I want it.
Forget the cup Ill take it directly to the mouth.
With two hands I lift bottle and placed the end in my mouth.
I drink.
Stupid. I tell myself. You can't handle it.
But I do.
I let the liquid fill my mouth before swallowing.
It burns my throat.
I smile.
Let me have it. My mind screams.
The bottle obeys and spills out more of its sweet liquid.
I take big gulps.
Soon it's half empty. Or half-full. Who cares I tell myself. I just want it.
I squeeze it sides, forcing it to release more.
I can't swallow fast enough and I cough up a little.
My shirt and pants are ruined.
I don't care. The bottle is empty and I am satisfied.
I smile.
I am once again exhausted. I sit down.
What a load. I used to be able to take two at a time.
I look at the clock on the wall. Its late.
Not too late i tell myself.
I open the fridge.
I see the piece of chocolate cake.
Desert?
I smile.
....To be continued?
How was this story?
As good as the first part?
I am pretty bored.