Get drunk, make mistakes and blame it on the alcohol

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'Ummmmm....'

'You have! Okay....okay....which one? Try to remember....'

'One with a nice name....'

'What's the name? It's important New... Please hurry up P....I'll double the fare.'

'Luke?' Talk to me or talk to your driver.... please decide.

'I am coming....just wait a bit more okay?'

'Mn.' Good decision!

'Now tell me the name..'

'Ummmmm...'

'Bestural? The yellow capsules?'

'No.'

'Eletriptan? The red round one...?'

'Nope.'

'Imodium? New?'

'No...Nice name...cute name.'

'Don't tell me....Sonata!'

'Bingo!'

'New!'

'Sonats it is..'

'New... that's for your insomnia....
get up....and ask that man where's the bathroom is....go to the bathroom and try to vomit....I am coming but please please please....you need to...'

'I messed up right?'

But no answer....

'Luke? Hello? Luke?'

'Let me see....' The man took the phone and said,

'It's turned off again.'

Oh.

'What's wrong? Your boyfriend seems very worried. What did you do?'

'I messed up...Luke is going to kill me.' I wasn't listening to him.

'Don't worry. Just give him a few kisses when you meet him and apologize. Simple. I do it all the time when my wife gets angry.'

That comment caught me off guard.

'I have to kiss him? Just asking for forgiveness won't do?' I was bewildered.

'Of course you have to kiss him. It's the rule.'

'If it's the rule.....then I will kiss him....I guess..' I answered sleepily.

'Listen..... It's very late...and I need to close the shop.....'

'Of course...go ahead. But.... tell me.... where's the toilet?'

'There are a few just nearby. See that arrival gate? 1B? Go straight and it's just around the corner.'

'Thank you.'

'Don't forget to kiss your boyfriend...'

'I won't.'

I started walking towards the arrival gate with my backpack. The headache was gone but a weird type of feeling started to spread throughout my body....a numbing sensetion..

Don't look at your hand.... there's nothing on it.... don't look down at your hand.....no blood.... nothing.....you don't need to wash it.....

I was repeating this in my head to retain my sanity. Luke is coming....Luke is coming......

'NEW!'

Ah! He is here....Thank God!

I threw that backpack on the ground and turned around blindly. Someone was running towards me like crazy.

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