【 EVER AFTER ; SELF 】
It rumbles in his stomach, gurgling past his chest, shooting up his throat before: burp! Andy lowers his can of Dr. Pepper, welcoming another hearty bite of his pizza. He’s currently sat on his couch, hunkering over his coffee table where a half-finished pie splays beautifully atop it. Colors dance across Andy’s face amid the near darkness of his apartment as the television begins to sing an all too familiar song.
“The snow glows white on the mountain tonight,” his strident voice sounds along around a mouthful of pizza. “Not a footprint to be seen...” He waves his slice of pizza with grandeur -- as if it could shoot snowflakes also.
“A kingdom of i-so-la-tiooooon,” the volume of his voice grows, eyes screwing shut with passion that could rival the very character singing it on the screen. “And it looks liiiiike I’m the queen.” He opens his eyes then, also sneaking another bite of his pizza.
“The wind is howling-- fuck!” Andy had shot an arm out in a wide sweeping motion across the table. His can of Dr. Pepper lies defeated on it’s side, spilling fizzy soda onto the remaining slices of pizza and dripping off the coffee table.
Let it go, she sang as Andy throws out the soggy slices.