Arlo had been doing what he did every night. He found a bar, bought his first bottle and started going for it. Though he hadn’t been this for too long, he had already begun to build up his new tolerance. His body healed quicker, which sounded great until he realized he’d have to start finding harsher and harsher vices to keep up with.
He had been an addict in life, so it only made sense for him to continue that trend afterwards. He’d admit it was a lot harder to find elephant tranquilizers compared to coke, but he was figuring it out.
As he took another sip, he didn’t at first recognize the voice calling his name. Slowly he turned on his seat, raising a brow at the blond. “Liam?” he asked as he furrowed his brows. “What the hell are ya doing back here, mate?” he asked, laughing softly. “I thought ye moved on to bigger and better things.”
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