Whiskey Lullaby

There is a fairly well-known group up here, with a large mutton-chopped lead singer. We call him Beast.
There was a long period when I did not drink. Sometimes I still feel ashamed that I started, but in the end, I'm going to drink. The real issue is excess. And that's what a lot of these stories are all about.
Beast likes Whiskey. I do, too.
A long story short, there was a party at Doll House. Beast was there with a 3/4 full bottle of whiskey he was trying to finish. We decided to try and out-drink each other. I won.
Beast laughed and cracked a beer open.
Did I mention Beast is a big guy? I can't remember exactly how big at the moment, but he's probably two of me. I am a pretty average sized female: 5' 5", 126 pounds.
I realized I had 20 minutes to get somewhere and pass the fuck out. 20 minutes, because that's about how long it takes your stomach to tell your brain you've consumed something, and begin feeling its effect. It's sometimes shorter with alcohol.
More people began arriving at the house.
Luckily, a friend of mine was having his sound stream that night, and the radio station was only 4 blocks away.
As I left, Audra prophetically whispered to Willikers that he was 'getting lucky tonight.'
Apparently, a couple of people showed up to the sound stream and they had a grand old time. I wouldn't know- I was passed out for 2 hours in a rolling office chair.
No More Rock n Roll.