Finished 3:13. I have a migraine (not related to alcohol) and it makes it difficult to write. I'm going to try and sleep it off now.
“My
head hurts,” whined Blue as he stumbled into Raven's kitchen.
“That's
your punishment for taking my alcohol without asking,” snapped
Raven; “Maybe you'll think better of it next time.”
“I
though my punishment for that was the fact that my shoulder feels
like it's been dislocated recently?” asked Blue.
“That
was to make me feel better,” replied Raven. “Besides, I put it
back in, didn't I? I didn't have to, you know.”
“And
yet you still say that you don't have an alcohol problem,” spat
Blue, snatching Raven's tea off of the table and storming out of the
room.
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