◈ three | voice post

Take a few years of being dead, and your tolerance drops to that of a teenager slipping his first beer from the fridge. A glass, a bottle, two shots-

Don't you remember American beer is shit? If you're going to pay a toast to your miraculously able liver, can't you at least do it in style?

Everything I write here is about alcohol. alcohol alcohol alcohol. Maybe I should just go ahead and title this section wine tasting with Daniel Molloy. I'll even put on a nice suit for once and look classy.

Minutes aren't supposed to be drawn out like this. Not harsh and wide and long, seconds tapping out an hour- A day is enough, no more than a day or I will pull a fit to rival one of Armand's

...At least I got a sunrise out of this mess.

[ooc: His obsession = immortality. Hence, no immortality so he- er, went out and drank a little too much. And this is where insanity starts to creep back in. A flashback to his mortal days. :D Also, will be slow with tags because of essay writing.]