Flash Fic Serie - Challenge 1: First Time
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a_qBack in a day there was this fab community called X-Men Flash Fic that had weekly challenges. This was the very first one and I wrote a Tessa fic.
No resemblance to any actual first alcohol experiences to my knowledge...
When Theresa Cassidy got drunk for the first time it was mid-March, the weather was atypical cold for the season and she was 11 years old. Two hours prior to the moment, Theresa Cassidy had witnessed Jack Kinnear and Mary Mulligan kissing behind the school. To her young heart that had been a devastating blow and to her fierce pride it had been a mortal wound. Therefore, Theresa Cassidy walked straight home, went to her Granny's liquor cabinet and on the grounds of the label coloring, picked a bottle.
The bottle she chose was 21 year old single malt whiskey that Granny had saved for special occasions. Had Theresa Cassidy would known this she probably would have pointed out that this, if any, was an occasion. The whiskey, being twice the age of the drinker and therefore wiser, would have agreed. There is no occasion like a young girl's broken heart.
Since there was no one to stop her, Theresa Cassidy poured a glass full of whiskey (let it be known that it was a rather large glass) and raised the glass to a toast. She pondered what to say and finally settled to 'Hell with them!’ which granted, was hardly original, though it was delivered with unfaltering certainty and passion that only girls of that age are capable of. Then she took a swig.
The results were as follows: at first there was the very painful sensation of a poker made of fire being hammered down her throat, then another type of painful feeling as she couldn't help but cough and choke and cough some more, and finally a warm glow settled to her chest. It was, over all, a very surprising experience.
She took another swig.
After the pain, the coughing and the feeling of being set on fire, the warmth turned as golden as the whiskey itself and Theresa Cassidy giggled.
“I will show that cow Mary Mulligan! I will... I will sing her head full of nightmares!” She declared and the third swig agreed that it was a wonderful plan well worth executing and the fourth swig even suggested some peculiar attachments to it. When a whiskey gets 21 years old, it has learnt a trick or two on the way.
It was probably swig (or more like a sip now, as the glass grew empty) number 5 that made Theresa Cassidy fell to the floor as she suddenly lost the control of her body parts. She did remain coherent enough to go for the sip number 6, even though she was getting rather light-headed.
“What are you doing, Theresa Cassidy?” Granny's voice floated from somewhere far away and the drunken girl was picked up from the floor as lightly as a dead leaf. “Glenfiddich? Oh dear goodness...” The bottle was picked up as well, Theresa observed somewhat groggily. “Gra...” She tried to say, to point out that all this movement was making her feel very, very sick.
“No doubt about which tree this little apple fell! Your father drank grandpa's Courvoisier when he was at your age and now you! Normal kids steal beer but heaven forbid the young Cassidys! Always best in the house...” Granny muttered a curse in Gaelic and despite her current state, Theresa could have sworn there was something very close like amusement lurking in Granny's voice. The world swirled like a shiny disco ball and Theresa Cassidy threw up all the whiskey, helplessly and thoroughly. Because Granny was a wise woman and this was certainly not a first time she was taking care of a drunken Cassidy, she had already propped the girl up and moved something bowl like in the close vicinity.
“Sorry Gran.” Theresa panted as the first wave of nausea passed. Granny just smiled and patted her back gently.
“Not yet you are little one, but give it time. And you can't cure a broken heart with that stuff. Take it from someone who is older than the whiskey.” Granny said and as she was a wise woman, she turned out to be right about the matter. A few hours later Theresa Cassidy woke up to the first hang-over of her young life and then she started be really sorry.
No resemblance to any actual first alcohol experiences to my knowledge...
When Theresa Cassidy got drunk for the first time it was mid-March, the weather was atypical cold for the season and she was 11 years old. Two hours prior to the moment, Theresa Cassidy had witnessed Jack Kinnear and Mary Mulligan kissing behind the school. To her young heart that had been a devastating blow and to her fierce pride it had been a mortal wound. Therefore, Theresa Cassidy walked straight home, went to her Granny's liquor cabinet and on the grounds of the label coloring, picked a bottle.
The bottle she chose was 21 year old single malt whiskey that Granny had saved for special occasions. Had Theresa Cassidy would known this she probably would have pointed out that this, if any, was an occasion. The whiskey, being twice the age of the drinker and therefore wiser, would have agreed. There is no occasion like a young girl's broken heart.
Since there was no one to stop her, Theresa Cassidy poured a glass full of whiskey (let it be known that it was a rather large glass) and raised the glass to a toast. She pondered what to say and finally settled to 'Hell with them!’ which granted, was hardly original, though it was delivered with unfaltering certainty and passion that only girls of that age are capable of. Then she took a swig.
The results were as follows: at first there was the very painful sensation of a poker made of fire being hammered down her throat, then another type of painful feeling as she couldn't help but cough and choke and cough some more, and finally a warm glow settled to her chest. It was, over all, a very surprising experience.
She took another swig.
After the pain, the coughing and the feeling of being set on fire, the warmth turned as golden as the whiskey itself and Theresa Cassidy giggled.
“I will show that cow Mary Mulligan! I will... I will sing her head full of nightmares!” She declared and the third swig agreed that it was a wonderful plan well worth executing and the fourth swig even suggested some peculiar attachments to it. When a whiskey gets 21 years old, it has learnt a trick or two on the way.
It was probably swig (or more like a sip now, as the glass grew empty) number 5 that made Theresa Cassidy fell to the floor as she suddenly lost the control of her body parts. She did remain coherent enough to go for the sip number 6, even though she was getting rather light-headed.
“What are you doing, Theresa Cassidy?” Granny's voice floated from somewhere far away and the drunken girl was picked up from the floor as lightly as a dead leaf. “Glenfiddich? Oh dear goodness...” The bottle was picked up as well, Theresa observed somewhat groggily. “Gra...” She tried to say, to point out that all this movement was making her feel very, very sick.
“No doubt about which tree this little apple fell! Your father drank grandpa's Courvoisier when he was at your age and now you! Normal kids steal beer but heaven forbid the young Cassidys! Always best in the house...” Granny muttered a curse in Gaelic and despite her current state, Theresa could have sworn there was something very close like amusement lurking in Granny's voice. The world swirled like a shiny disco ball and Theresa Cassidy threw up all the whiskey, helplessly and thoroughly. Because Granny was a wise woman and this was certainly not a first time she was taking care of a drunken Cassidy, she had already propped the girl up and moved something bowl like in the close vicinity.
“Sorry Gran.” Theresa panted as the first wave of nausea passed. Granny just smiled and patted her back gently.
“Not yet you are little one, but give it time. And you can't cure a broken heart with that stuff. Take it from someone who is older than the whiskey.” Granny said and as she was a wise woman, she turned out to be right about the matter. A few hours later Theresa Cassidy woke up to the first hang-over of her young life and then she started be really sorry.