Alone at a table of friends

Ice and small quantities of mixer, that is how I plan to hide the strength of my drinks from the room full of students sipping thoughtfully at their weak drinks. "You must have been pretty thirsty, eh?", I'm asked by a face with a sly grin. "I'm on an all liquid diet.", I shoot back, holding up the plastic handle of Gin to replenish my drained glass. Conversation hovers over topics like working at Starbucks/Whole Foods/sandwich shops and how everyone copes with their own emotional/mental disorders. I engage and take the floor the more full I get and the emptier I feel. This could be any night. Get too drunk, attempt to snare an unsuspecting doe, failure, pour glass after glass. Wisdom comes with disassociation like how emptiness comes with that hollow feeling.