True the the punk-rock lifestyle, you and your best friend were on another bender.

You knew it would destroy your liver someday- but god, you didn't care. Not with the mindless bliss if gave you. Not when it was this liberating. Not when the self indulgence felt so, so good.

It had started as a few innocent nights, maybe once every few months, before evolving to something more. You and Gerard would have several drinking sprees a week, laughing and joking around in his basement, and overall being idiots.

Tonight was no different. Cheap beer and the musty smell of the place filled your nose, the room already swaying slightly from the alcohol you had consumed.

Gerard wasn't any better off, lying on their back on the floor and staring up at the ceiling with glossy eyes, every so often letting out little bursts or speech that were really just random half-baked sentences and inappropriate jokes. The latter of which made you chuckle.

And of course, the night continued like this. Drink after drink, your control over your body lessening with every sip.