❝How much have you had to drink?❞
@rageleft / drinking. ( accepting. )
it was the anniversary of the day he was kicked out from his first foster home and he was celebrating the way he always did. he had planned on spending it alone in his home also known as one of the abandoned apartments in town. he didn’t count on cora looking for him. he jumped ever so slightly from her voice having not heard her walking in stuck in his thoughts. he shrugged at her question, eyes trailing to the left were three bottles of vodka sat empty on the floor. ❝ three, no four bottles. ❞ his words slurred as he looked up at cora from his seated position on the floor.










