It was by the grace and otherworldly patience of Jia that Bastian hadn't transformed into a pile of filth that had seeped into the couch. Hell, had it not been for her forcing down food and fluids that didn't need to be collected with an ID, who knows where he'd be? And bathing? Nearly a week had passed before she was able to coerce him into a steaming shower, accompanied by bottles of strongly scented soap. His front door had remained locked, phone crushed to bits in a heap on the floor, and yet, she still managed to work her way in, refusing to let his foul mouth and heated insults deter her.
But her biggest battle to date? Was persuading him to attend some pointless event they were threatened into attending. It wasn't until the drunk was informed of who had issued the threat that he finally agreed. If that cowardly, murdering son of a bitch was gonna make an appearance, Baash wanted nothing more than to be the person they crossed paths with.
Stumbling through the packed parking lot, his hazy gaze peering through the blurring bodies of partygoers, he set his sights on finding Jia. // @aqu4regia