TM Past Prompt: Is there ever a good reason to get blinding drunk?

I’m not a big fan of alcohol. Went through a scotch phase that started in Vegas and never really left me. The odd beer is okay if I’m out, I like a good wine, when I’ve got the right food. I can do it socially just fine. Getting blinding drunk is saved for those special occasions though, when you just gotta drown yourself for hours and wake up with your head banging hard enough to stop yourself remembering why you had that first drink anyway. Like when your car’s just been blown up.

My Pop used to get drunk for the hell of it. I can’t remember even one time when he came back home from shooting pool with the guys and was sober. That’s why I don’t drink, if I don’t need to, so I don’t end up like him. Fraser doesn’t touch the stuff so that’s enough proof that a person can get through life without it. ‘Course, using Benny as my marker might not be the best idea since he’s not exactly classified as ‘the norm.’ But then, what is in my life? I have a mentally deficient Mountie as a best friend, a bottle blond Polish guy as a partner, a little sister who’s currently trying to figure out if blue is gonna clash with the color of her nails and whether they can hack all that trigger pullin’ without getting split, I get followed around by a deaf, half-wolf if I’ve so much as eaten a donut in the last twenty-four hours and my Riv is spray-painted candyfloss pink.

Okay, so maybe I’ve just found my reason to get blinding drunk. Scotch on the rocks, please.