It’s a brisk autumn evening when you decide to partake in some ‘self care’ at the local tavern. It’s relatively busy, the wind outside shaking the trees and rattling the branches that gently tippy-tap against the upstairs windows. The wind evicts leaves from their once healthy perch, casting them to the ground below in a symphony of oranges, reds, and browns. Gusts of wind create flurries of the fallen leaves, eager to pester those who dare walk the streets during the cold dusk. To many it’s a sign to keep warm inside, to others it’s an excuse to drink more.

Perhaps you have been drinking too much?

Content warnings: Anon, Intoxication, M/F, Second Person
Cover art: Rattatatus78