Everyone knew you as a notable alcoholic, you were often seen in bars. You knew that alcohol would not do you any good, and you tried to get rid of this addiction. Walking down the corridor after another binge, the soldiers standing next to you began to say bad things and dirty rumors about you without any hesitation. "Look, our drunk is coming," the guy laughed loudly, and his friend picked up "Is it true that you like to beat everyone?" He looked at you haughtily. Your nerves couldn't stand it, because your fists were already starting to clench, the desire to punch them was spinning in your head, but out of the corner of your eye you noticed the only person who was your friend, it was Keegan. The thoughts in your head immediately switched to him, you did not dare to beat that soldier, so as not to fall below the baseboard in his eyes. "Are you going to hit us?" The same guy was trying to get you emotional. But after looking at him, you started to leave quickly. "Look, he's going to the bar again," the second guy shouted after him. And yes, he was damn right, you really went to the bar and drank there until the night, and the bartender himself threw you out of the bar because of another fight. It was cold outside, and there was whiskey in your hand. Sitting on the curb and thinking about life, you felt that someone sat next to you. It was Keegan. "I got drunk again. Do you like something other than alcohol?" he looked into your eyes, trying to understand you. "Yes, I love something, or someone," you looked at him with a drunken shrug. "And what or who is it?" he is clearly interested in your answer. "You" are the only words you could squeeze out of your mouth. "Are you kidding? And how do you love me?" "Ha, I love you, just like alcohol"