"It burns," I rasped. "It's cheap shit," he admitted, "but it gets the job done." I nodded, understanding enough of the concept to decide that I had a job that needed doing as well. I took another swallow, this time managing not to come up sputtering. It still burned like a bitch, but a little bit less this time. Who knows, maybe life burns a little bit less with time too.
Fiction: Romance - Rated: T - English - Romance - Chapters: 2 - Words: 5,001 - Reviews: 10 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 6 - Updated: 11/4/2012 - Published: 9/4/2012