Gulp!
How dare he? Dum Dum! How could he? Dum Dum!
And then she picked up her drink, a large vodka with tonic, and started gulping.
She felt her eyes well up with anger just as she felt the alcohol singe her throat. And then it dawned on her.
Walking through the large pile of construction material and saving oneself from the mad traffic, one arrives at a small but imposing building that was not easily visible from the main road. Mainly because it was partly hidden from view by the flyover. The building was by itself rather gaudy in appearance with flashy lights and and a large glass facade.
It was a hotel cum bar of some sort. But being in such a crowded place as it was, it was frequented by thirsty techies who needed a tipple after a long, hard, arduous day of sitting about in a chair staring at a monitor. Safe people these techies were. Safe because they never really got drunk. They always carried their backpacks with their laptops. Sometimes, you could see one type away diligently and staring fiercely at the screen while all others around were guffawing away at a seemingly techie joke.
There was one such techie table where the aforementioned drink was being consumed with such gusto. The others at the table looked at her in horror. It must be noted that techies googled everything before they ever tried it. It was, for example, known by all at the table that it was textbook sacrilege to consume alcohol like that. Courtesy, google. Specifically, web MD. They all knew, for instance, that consuming alcohol in a hurry could be dangerous. How? Percentage of alcohol in the blood could go up acutely; some people might get dehydrated; worse, there could be a hangover. Techies did not like hangovers. It meant they would have to work from home the next day (which was the good part) but the general feeling of sickness meant no work would get done and the pesky, prying, lording manager would choose to ask for an update in the middle of a headache. Yes. Techies hated hangovers. It wasn't safe.
Around the fifth gulp, she stopped for air. It also dawned on her that it was "not safe". That's right. She had googled "vodka" many times. At the same time, she had tears in her eyes. She started tuning into the people at the table. They were saying please. Please, please!
She had always wanted to do a dramatic gesture. She likened herself to a regional actress of some repute who had done so in a recently released, quite popular, film. It had run for two weeks which is saying something. The passionate, angry drinking was a regular plot component in many movies but this regional actress did it particularly well. In fact, had some of her other movies been popular, it would have been found that this was not her best drinking scene after all.
Then of course, everyone fussed over her for a while. She wiped her tears and sobbed for a while and the offending party also said "sorry" in innumerable pining, pained and guilty ways. One would say he was used to having to apologize profusely quite often. Maybe, he got himself into such sticky spots as a custom.
They were friends. They argued. Sometimes with regional actresses playing in the mind and at the same time in another mind, the brutally honest but stoic "Darcy" in the film adaptation of a famous Victorian novel. Sometimes, they were just techies. Ha!
And then she picked up her drink, a large vodka with tonic, and started gulping.
She felt her eyes well up with anger just as she felt the alcohol singe her throat. And then it dawned on her.
Walking through the large pile of construction material and saving oneself from the mad traffic, one arrives at a small but imposing building that was not easily visible from the main road. Mainly because it was partly hidden from view by the flyover. The building was by itself rather gaudy in appearance with flashy lights and and a large glass facade.
It was a hotel cum bar of some sort. But being in such a crowded place as it was, it was frequented by thirsty techies who needed a tipple after a long, hard, arduous day of sitting about in a chair staring at a monitor. Safe people these techies were. Safe because they never really got drunk. They always carried their backpacks with their laptops. Sometimes, you could see one type away diligently and staring fiercely at the screen while all others around were guffawing away at a seemingly techie joke.
There was one such techie table where the aforementioned drink was being consumed with such gusto. The others at the table looked at her in horror. It must be noted that techies googled everything before they ever tried it. It was, for example, known by all at the table that it was textbook sacrilege to consume alcohol like that. Courtesy, google. Specifically, web MD. They all knew, for instance, that consuming alcohol in a hurry could be dangerous. How? Percentage of alcohol in the blood could go up acutely; some people might get dehydrated; worse, there could be a hangover. Techies did not like hangovers. It meant they would have to work from home the next day (which was the good part) but the general feeling of sickness meant no work would get done and the pesky, prying, lording manager would choose to ask for an update in the middle of a headache. Yes. Techies hated hangovers. It wasn't safe.
Around the fifth gulp, she stopped for air. It also dawned on her that it was "not safe". That's right. She had googled "vodka" many times. At the same time, she had tears in her eyes. She started tuning into the people at the table. They were saying please. Please, please!
She had always wanted to do a dramatic gesture. She likened herself to a regional actress of some repute who had done so in a recently released, quite popular, film. It had run for two weeks which is saying something. The passionate, angry drinking was a regular plot component in many movies but this regional actress did it particularly well. In fact, had some of her other movies been popular, it would have been found that this was not her best drinking scene after all.
Then of course, everyone fussed over her for a while. She wiped her tears and sobbed for a while and the offending party also said "sorry" in innumerable pining, pained and guilty ways. One would say he was used to having to apologize profusely quite often. Maybe, he got himself into such sticky spots as a custom.
They were friends. They argued. Sometimes with regional actresses playing in the mind and at the same time in another mind, the brutally honest but stoic "Darcy" in the film adaptation of a famous Victorian novel. Sometimes, they were just techies. Ha!
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