Story #20

A boy sat at a party being sober. A bottle of whiskey walked by and asked if he wanted a shot. The boy shook his head, enraged with his forwardness. "Neat," he toasted him, "You keep clear headed and I'll keep drinking." The boy was in hate. He stood and held out a glass. The bottle of whiskey, impressed, asked him to join him in a drinking competition. They drank for many weeks, but eventually the boy tired, began to vomit and cried out for help. The bottle of whiskey didn't understand, for everything that belongs to the night can drink.