[ Michael has a complicated relationship with hard liquor. Drinking makes the noise go away. Dulls the sharp edges. Turns down the lights. After a couple shots of tequila, the world becomes a softer, kinder place, where he isn't under constant sensory assault.
After watching his brother lose himself at the bottom of a bottle, Michael isn't about to make the same mistake.
He picks his way across the room to the refreshment table, sliding between the dancing couples with a casual, effortless grace. A byproduct of constant, tireless awareness. Michael doesn't wait for James to survey the refreshments. There's a lot to look at, and it's been a while since he's had the luxury of picking his next meal, never mind taken the time to actually taste it.
He loads up on a couple tarts, some chocolate covered pretzels, and of course, the biggest slice of cake at the table. He's long past being ashamed. ]
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[ Michael has a complicated relationship with hard liquor. Drinking makes the noise go away. Dulls the sharp edges. Turns down the lights. After a couple shots of tequila, the world becomes a softer, kinder place, where he isn't under constant sensory assault.
After watching his brother lose himself at the bottom of a bottle, Michael isn't about to make the same mistake.
He picks his way across the room to the refreshment table, sliding between the dancing couples with a casual, effortless grace. A byproduct of constant, tireless awareness. Michael doesn't wait for James to survey the refreshments. There's a lot to look at, and it's been a while since he's had the luxury of picking his next meal, never mind taken the time to actually taste it.
He loads up on a couple tarts, some chocolate covered pretzels, and of course, the biggest slice of cake at the table. He's long past being ashamed. ]
No whiskey, but there's punch.