Wasted

"What's your poison?" they'd say. You would always answer that it's vodka, and that it's actually an antidote. There was that party where you made a vodka and broccoli smoothie to prove your point. It tasted awful, but you finished it anyway.

The parties were endless, and the bottles were bottomless. No one could keep up with you. You were popular, charming, fun, invincible. Truly invincible.

Some of your friends started settling down, denying themselves their freedom, old before their time. Then more of them did the same, and no one wanted to go to the bars anymore. The only invitations were to engagement parties, baby showers, and christenings, and even they dried up eventually.

The alcohol itself didn't really affect you. Sure, the hangovers were harder to recover from, but you never had an issue with your health, physically.

Middle-aged, stagnant, unfulfilled. It's enough to drive someone to drink.