*I rather say more of passion, i am doing it from the time i was 19.Now 22. But you see*She was playing with her glass*humans are not able to reckon such skill , if they can be in some shady manner called skills*
She looked sad , there was something that was running throught her mine and soul, but she never speaked out her problems, rather keeping them inside of her, just for her own little principles.Quick after she finished her prharase she went staight to the bar and asked for another drink .
*Hi sweetheart can you gave me another of this nice drink you gaved me 1 hour ago? Oh and please can you bring it to my tabel?* She gaved the barman a nice lady cute look , with her nice eyes , where you can see a spark of all a woman needs.
Now she returned to the table she quaietly sed:
*Excuse me for that , i felt the need of another drink... Now were left?...Oh yeah about my passion for drinking .. If as i sed it can be called a passion, you could say , looking more into life issuse then a little fancy 22 girl , who doen't even know what is in her drink.*