Blame it on the Alcohol || Bryan and Thomas
Bryan leaned against the counter in his friend's apartment. He sighed and tugged at his hair a bit. "Dude, are you going to finish getting rewdy some tkme before they decided to ship me off to war again?" There was a humor in his voice. He was just wanting to have some fun tonight and relax with his friend. Not think about everything he had just gotten back from.







