OPEN | Empty feelings
Asher twirled the glass in his hand before placing it down on the bar. the house was empty due to his father and uncle going on another 'Save-Poor-helpless-Elena' mission. The vampire had drank half the cellar and now he wanted more, his drunk state making everything worse. Still he stood, pulled on his leather jacket, and walked out the door, a bottle of tequila in his hand. He headed straight towards town, stumbling over his own feet. Holding himself up by a tree he suddenly walked to the middle of the street and threw the tequila bottle, watching it smash on the floor. "FUCKING HOME WRECKING WHORE!" He yelled before he slumped to the ground. "Jesus fucking Christ I can't even drink myself to death and be done with this all," he said with a hollow voice as he laid back in the street.