Adam
My body is a temple
But I don't believe in God
So knock it down and build me something new
But I don't believe in God
So knock it down and build me something new
"Most of the friends I had back home would dare me to drink ten beers in a row." Adam said with a wink, but he couldn't pretend Amalia's concern wasn't touching. He'd never had friends who really had tried to look out for him in the real sense. Well, not except -- no. He couldn't think of her. He'd get too upset that he was taken away.
Her suggestion made him laugh because of how little she seemed to understand. "I don't crave alcohol - I crave being drunk. It makes it waaaaay easier to think and not feel too bad. Why would I drink if I couldn't get drunk?" He felt like he was explaining something obvious.
All of this was getting way too real for the kind of afternoon he wanted to have, though. "C'mon. Lay down, let's chill and maybe eat some of your pastries soon. I think something sweet would blow my fucking mind right now."
