Slugging Vodka

The peppery liquid runs through my parted lips. My nose retracts from the stench that emanates from the bottle top, coveting my eyes with its rough hands.Running along my tongue I get a taste of roadkill and over cooked bacon that drills beneath my jaw. Hitting the back of my throat, it stings and shrivels the parched layers, flooding the vocal tubes. Glug glug.