Depuis le Début ♕ Asher & Cyrus
Cyrus felt as though he’d been in a perpetual state of intoxication since arriving in the Capitol. Before then, even, his lips parted nearly every few minutes to find empty hope within the bottles of liquor now piled up on the train. Thankful for a high tolerance and a buzzing mind that not even alcohol could unravel in most cases, the stream of warm fluids kept washing down his throat to supplement the drowning sensation he felt.
Situated at one of the Capitol’s many bars, he sat taking in shot after shot of whiskey until his limit was finally reached. As the room spun, there was a goofy smile on his face. God, how he hated himself for letting someone else control his life. For being idiotic enough to let the only person that had ever played at his heartstrings walk away with everything ended. Although this was the close he previously wanted, the man couldn’t help but feel that this was the end of his time as a Capitol romancer. Any other midnight escapades with anyone else would never be the same. He’d never be free from the regret that lingered inside of heart.
Raising a hand to take on more shots just to get the phantom thoughts out of his head, he felt the warmth of another body coming his way. As they sat beside him, there was a slurred laugh spilling out of his mouth as he slammed an empty shot glass down to cast a glance around. “Stop playin’ ‘round, I gotta take a piss an’ if you don’t move I’m gon’ piss all over ya’, you sleeze.” Standing up, he quickly shot a hand out to the other’s firm shoulder for stabilization. “Oh shit, I can’t go. You got to help me man. You’re the…” squinting, now, he laughed again in realization. “You’re the lumberjack from Seven. Shiiitt. How’re you? I got to take a piss.”