Mark Twain & Whiskey

He waited for Pradeep to give him a ride home, he was DRUNK as a skunk... but outwardly appeared calm and composed, his speech was slurred... Nachiket offered to give him a ride home, but he declined, his one year old was sick, he just let him take off...
"Hang in there man" Nachiket had said parting...
Shaan grunted... in acknowledgement 
"She probably had a good reason, may be you should take a few weeks off and go someplace nice, Rahat would be fine"
"You are talking as if she is home" Shaan whined...
Nachiket felt terrible....
"I agree she should have told you" he acused Khanak grudgingly...
He emptied his drink and stared at Nachiket....
Didnt say anything... just watched his boss leave....

His eyes were on fire, and his throat... he went on drinking binges while in college and grad school
But never afterwards, felt like a teen after a break up... smiled derisively at himself...

"thats one too many" she would say on his second drink... he once poured it all over her in the rec room.... as she watched in horror... the gold sliding down her collar bone... and down...
"She shrieked with her mouth shut... muffled and choking...

"Mom's couch" she hissed... as if thats all that mattered
"I didnt want to waste it" he said...
"You gave me a bath?" "On the couch..." horrfied she shrieked... as she fished ice cubes from her cleavage as it slipped and fell back on her....
He bent and scooped it in his mouth... all 5 of them....the slow  slurping sound he made on her tee sending her into throes of arousal....
"Too much of anything is bad, too much of good whiskey is hardly enough~ Mark Twain said" he whispered on her skin....
His hair held in vide like grip in her clutches... as she stopped his straying mouth...her eyes shut involuntairily

When she met him at Trishna's engagement and someone would have said to her "You would be laying on his rec room couch while he sucks whiskey off your body" she would have personally driven that person to an asylum...

But here she was... trying to fight him...worrying his stubble was going to leave scars on her soft skin... as he undressed her....

"Mark Twain was too busy to quote on whiskey" she mumbled....