Moonsong Glacier In Berlin

He wanted the world to stop spinning. To shut his eyes and to sleep, perhaps without dreams so that he could rest up, and not feel too bad in the morning when he awakened. Another question came, and he lifted his chin to look up at the man, light pleading in his eyes. 

"No," He answered. "Thurr nutrishious, an' I like *hic* 'em, sour," He explained. "These'rrrr...Fermented. I shoulda *hic* known," He said, and shrugged. It was too late now. He thought it wouldn't be that bad- and that he could fill his belly and suffer only mild intoxication. His judgement had been wrong- and while he knew he wasn't in danger, he certainly felt as if he was paying for his lapse.