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witticasterWas going to be a story about small!Niko and small!Cal having to go and retrieve Sophia from a bar. Was kind of a stupid idea, but it fit with the music I was listening to and I wanted to write something. Dunno if I'll bother trying to finish it--the voice sounds off to me, and the storyline's kind of dumb. Felt like posting it anyway, because I was literally typing it into this box and was worried it would end up accidentally disappeared if I didn't. Blah, blah, blah.
Sophia was not a social drinker--she turned to a bottle of gin and the kitchen table before a bar ninety-nine times out of one hundred. Going out was too expensive in some of the places we lived. In others, it was too difficult. Hard to believe that there are towns in America too small to have a local tavern, but we stayed in more than a few. And when I was little, really little, I thought that maybe she drank at home so that Niko and I weren't by ourselves. Even if she didn't want to take care of us, she'd still managed to do the minimum required for Niko to survive to age four (and he'd taken over as the adult from there on out); maybe boozing to the point of passing out in our presence was her way of showing us she cared.
Whatever her reasons were, most of the time, she made for a great anti-drinking campaign for Niko and me right in the comfort of our very own trailer. There was one time, though, one spectacular disaster, that I never forgot.
I was in the first grade at the time. Niko and I had come home from school to find the apartment empty. Sophia sometimes
Sophia was not a social drinker--she turned to a bottle of gin and the kitchen table before a bar ninety-nine times out of one hundred. Going out was too expensive in some of the places we lived. In others, it was too difficult. Hard to believe that there are towns in America too small to have a local tavern, but we stayed in more than a few. And when I was little, really little, I thought that maybe she drank at home so that Niko and I weren't by ourselves. Even if she didn't want to take care of us, she'd still managed to do the minimum required for Niko to survive to age four (and he'd taken over as the adult from there on out); maybe boozing to the point of passing out in our presence was her way of showing us she cared.
Whatever her reasons were, most of the time, she made for a great anti-drinking campaign for Niko and me right in the comfort of our very own trailer. There was one time, though, one spectacular disaster, that I never forgot.
I was in the first grade at the time. Niko and I had come home from school to find the apartment empty. Sophia sometimes
