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It's possible Beth is drunk.
She hadn't really meant to, she doesn't drink a whole lot, tends to refuse the offers to buy her something whenever she plays a show. She doesn't like the taste of beer, which makes it easy enough to avoid drinking at home, since that's pretty much the only thing Daryl has. It's just that there's that box of moonshine still stored in the back of the closet, kept high enough to be out of Judith's reach, and on the rare occasion Beth needs to get something out of the closet, she catches sight of the box and it reminds her of her father.
Daddy always said bad moonshine'd make you go blind.
She hasn't gone blind yet. After the night in the cabin with Daryl, given how much of that stuff she'd had, she figures she probably won't go blind from a drink or two, but she just doesn't bother with it most of the time. She just doesn't care. Alcohol isn't that interesting to her.
But sometimes she sees the box and all the emotions of that time come rushing back at her, the grief that had come with the loss of her father, the anger she had felt, how childish it had all been. It makes her laugh a little most of the time, but today something else had seized her and she'd picked up one of the jars instead of just shutting the closet and moving on.
And now she's drunk. She's drunk texting Kili from outside his apartment building, sending him poop emojis and cats with heart eyes and a funny little man who looks like maybe he's taking a bow, she can't be sure, but she just wants him to come outside to meet her.
She hadn't really meant to, she doesn't drink a whole lot, tends to refuse the offers to buy her something whenever she plays a show. She doesn't like the taste of beer, which makes it easy enough to avoid drinking at home, since that's pretty much the only thing Daryl has. It's just that there's that box of moonshine still stored in the back of the closet, kept high enough to be out of Judith's reach, and on the rare occasion Beth needs to get something out of the closet, she catches sight of the box and it reminds her of her father.
Daddy always said bad moonshine'd make you go blind.
She hasn't gone blind yet. After the night in the cabin with Daryl, given how much of that stuff she'd had, she figures she probably won't go blind from a drink or two, but she just doesn't bother with it most of the time. She just doesn't care. Alcohol isn't that interesting to her.
But sometimes she sees the box and all the emotions of that time come rushing back at her, the grief that had come with the loss of her father, the anger she had felt, how childish it had all been. It makes her laugh a little most of the time, but today something else had seized her and she'd picked up one of the jars instead of just shutting the closet and moving on.
And now she's drunk. She's drunk texting Kili from outside his apartment building, sending him poop emojis and cats with heart eyes and a funny little man who looks like maybe he's taking a bow, she can't be sure, but she just wants him to come outside to meet her.
