Broken Spirits…

A friend was visiting Bengaluru, and my partner suggested, “Why don’t you ask him to join us for dinner?”

I looked up from my mobile. “I already did. He’s a 'maybe' right now.”

“If he says yes, we should open that new wine-flavored gin!”

“That would be nice," I sighed. "But he’s actually stopped drinking. Health issues. He’s gone completely cold turkey.”

My partner went silent, looking genuinely distressed. After a long pause, he whispered, “If you ever gave up drinking, we’d have to give away all our nice liquor to other people.”

“Why?”

“Well, what else would you do with it?”

“I’d break the bottles over people’s heads,” I said, perhaps a bit too quickly.

He stared at me. “What?!”

“I’m not just going to waste it,” I shrugged.

“And how exactly does breaking glass over people help the situation?”

“I imagine I’d get the same high.”

My partner is now looking at rental listings and checking the locks on the bedroom door. I’m honestly a bit hurt—I thought I was being resourceful.