Write One Leaf About Alcohol

Just going to post my collection of "leaves" from the last couple of
months. Most of were without planning and completely unedited. They
were just a bit of fun.

‘You there.’ She keeps walking. He runs to catch up. ‘Hey, you there!’

‘Me?’

‘Yes, you.’ He gestures to the empty street, then to the bottle in her hand. ‘Do you know drinking in public is illegal?’

‘Drinking water in public is illegal?’

‘Drinking alcohol in public.’

‘Oh, that’s okay then,’ she smiles, ‘And no, I didn’t know that. Thank you for the heads up, officer.’ She begins walking again, but he puts out a hand.

‘What’s in the bottle?’

‘Water, like I said.’

‘It’s pink.’

‘It’s pink water.’

‘And you got that out of your tap and put it into a glass bottle, did you?’

‘Yes, actually.’

‘Then how is it pink?’

‘Food dye.’

‘So, let me get this straight. You filled a glass bottle with water and dyed it pink, so it would look like an alcoholic drink?’

‘Well, yes. You can taste it if you’d like.’

‘I can’t drink on the job.’

‘You can’t drink water on the job?’

‘I can’t drink alcohol on the job.’ She sighs, exasperated.

‘But it’s not alcohol.’ He takes the bottle from her and sniffs it. He swirls it around, as if that will tell him something. Finally, he takes a small sip (without putting his lips to the bottle -
who knew what this little teenage alcoholic was sick from). ‘See? It’s
not alcohol.’

‘Yes, it does taste like water…’

‘Good. Thank you.’ She goes to walk off again, but again he throws out a hand to stop her. ‘What now?’ He’s still holding the bottle.

‘But why?’

‘I’m a teenage girl with a rebellious image to uphold. Everything about me is fake. God forbid I act like me. I’d be torn to shreds!’ He nods.

With her pink water back in her hand, she walks away.