𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 and no surprise that the brunette – ( once again ) – was highly intoxicated. the dark circles under her light brown colored eyes were more than obvious & with every step that she took, she lost more and more b a l a n c e. natasha was swaying through the dark alley, trying to find a way back to the village. it seemed so IMPOSSIBLE for her though. “ listen —- ” she mumbled, but it was extremely hard to understand even one word that left her red, slightly shaking lips. shaking because it was cold, even looked like it was about to rain & the young 𝔀𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷 was only wearing a dress, nothing else. looking over at the person that was walking next to her ( and heck, she didn’t even know how they got there ), a sigh could be heard from her side. “ i kindly suggest you to fuck off, dear friend. if you can’t see… ” her words were almost a whisper. with a trembling hand, she lit up a cigarette, placing it inbetween her lips. “ i’m quite BUSY. except — if you have some alcohol, i’m all ears. ”
Adam wasn't exactly what hour of the night it was, all he knew is this hour of the night was when he found the nights quiet enough to clear his mind. You see when you find yourself a recovering addict finding a night where you didn't wake up in stressed panic was far and few between. So when the the city that never slept quieted down he would find himself circling the still blocks with a cigarette clung to his lips. It gave him the ability to clear his thoughts from the demons that clung to memories of who he was. Leaning on a wall he allowed the person who heels he could hear clicking on the pavement to pass him. He almost didn't look up when a familiar voice was telling him to fuck off. He was about to shrug it off but he knew the voice belonged to the person he had been trying his hardest to forget. Looking up his saw the girl who was once so intertwined in who he was, the man he was before his daughter. For so long she was like another drug to him, they'd get tangled in the other, go on drug binges, and end up intoxicated and one cohesive storm. Only to start the chaotic cycle again and again until the lines of sanity were way behind them. He looked up at her for a moment, her eyes were a dead giveaway that she was currently on something. Noticing she was shivering he couldn't help himself and began removing his jacket and walked over to her. He could immediately smell the alcohol clinging to her and he felt his heart sink. She was still the mess he had left her in, and no matter how much his heart ached and clung to the idea of her she was just too much of what he used to be, so much of what he was trying to keep himself from becoming again. “I can fuck off, but at least take this first.” he said handing her his coat, he was close enough to her that he could feel her eyes searching his. “I think you’ve had enough Nattie.” he said using his nickname from her when she asked if he had any alcohol. “why don’t we get you home? I can call you a cab?” he said putting the cigarette from his lips out, his voice low and soft.
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