New Life
The hangover wasn’t worth it. Everything hurt- the light was too sensitive, & his stomach was ready to hurl if he ate anything at this rate. Enzio opened his tired eyes with a groan, rolling over into a fetal position. He wasn’t used to getting drunk- what the hell was he thinking?? The young mobster had slowly sat up & wobbly stood, gazing around. “...oyce-?” He had to clear his throat, using the butt of his palm to rub at his crusted eyes. Sniffing once Enzio had laced his shoes up slowly, heading on out after fixing his shirt, & finger combing his hair.
It seemed many had left during the morning, being near lunch time he realized after seeing a clock he’d passed by in the hallway. He had searched around & raised a hand in greeting to both his aunt & cousins in the living room, heading for the door. He needed to find Royce, & make sure he was okay. It seemed Frankie was out- only one car remained, aside his own, & it belonged to his aunt Alexis. Snatching his jacket, he slipped it on & just...stood on the front porch breathing in the sharp cold air, steadily waking up. God, he’d never get that drunk again. Enzio revved the car up & had let it warm some before pulling out, nearly forgetting to buckle in. That was the last thing he needed. He had slowly pulled up to his own house first, searching the dashboard & pockets on his being for a pen.
Finally grabbing a blue inked one, he squinted & began to write on his wrist, hoping Royce was awake to read & respond.
~Hey, are you home? Can I stop by...? I’m sorry I passed out.~
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