Drunken Monkeys are Funny

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Chimp is glad to be back from Hell. Enough bullsh*t down there to last a lifetime. Remind him to avoid it for next time... especially if he can't take a drink. The edge of Hell was felt the whole time -- keenly. Because he wasn't allowed to be drinking.

Yeah, well, screw them. He's older than many members of this whole damn team. He doesn't need to be babysat. Besides, it's not like they're his friends. Sure, he likes them... but to them, he's just a mascot. Just a talking chimp.

He knows people joke about him. The drunken monkey. Hell, it's hysterical.

So why isn't he laughing?

He knucklewalks to the bar and pulls out a glass.

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He drowns the drink.

The amber fluid burns as it goes down, but as it hits his stomach, he already feels the edge of Hell vanishing. The pain of loss disappearing. It's still there... but the feeling is blunted.

And looks at the mirror, considering.

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More slowly... A bit... more... slowly...

The mirror is a bit misty with age, not quite reflecting correctly.

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He pours another.

He can still feel the pain. He doesn't want to anymore.

And he looks at the mirror, at the face of the chimpanzee staring back at him.

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For a few moments it looks like there is something else there but... that's just the alcohol speaking. If he's thinking like that....

He needs some more to drink.

Despair begins to pull back from the mirror. Not much is needed here. She will have to find something more this evening.

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And he pours down the second drink.

And wonders how many glasses like this he'll finish before he passes out.