I turned my head back towards him. Made eye contact, then tilted my head to the left and slightly forward so that my eyes were looking up. Looking at me, he was standing mostly tall with a smiley smirk. I laid out my own responsive smile without displaying any teeth, shook my head “no” in a sad-like manner, step slightly around him and while passing by tendered:
I converse fluently in drunk-speak.
When in such a state,
I slur and mumble with the best of them,
Tossing in some krazy pointing, head wobbling, and spontaneous giggling to boot.
Likewise,
When not in such a state,
I translate the grunts, groans, and fluctuating volume changes of others with ease.
Bilingual,
Definitely.
So much so that it really doesn’t register to me when someone is speaking in drunk,
I just understand.
This I mention because recently I had an encounter where I my first thought was …
“Holy krap, I can’t believe he just said that to me.”
Which was quickly followed by the thought …
“And I don’t even think that’s drunk-speak.”
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