#he drunk af

[last-of-the-jaded]

Drunk Wangji is precious

[heehoo-snek]

“Sir, its my job to be your assistant. Also to keep you from getting arrested.”

“You can’t tell me what to do, mom!”

so mature!

[c0nn0rb0t]

"H-O-T-T-O-G-O! You can take me hot to-go!" Hank is drunkenly singing to music in the kitchen.

Whelp looks like Dad is drunk in the kitchen again. He can't complain though, he'd rather hear the Lieutenant drunk sing then see him try to play Russian Roulette with himself. But he'll keep an eye out to make sure dad doesn't accidently hurt himself either way

[stannadine]

bitch took shots of whiskey noooooo

[cornamnta]

Podía considerarse que era extremadamente tarde, o extremadamente temprano. Como fuera, James se encontraba fuera del Caldero Chorreante, con el rostro cubierto de migajas, chocolate, y olía fuertemente a alcohol. No era una visión agradable. Sollozando, alzó las manos hacia el cielo. “¡Yo sólo quería un poco de chocolate!”

[kongeriget]

if you need me today, tough shit son. birthday partying commencing now. 

[wastelandandersin]

Text||Bella

Anderson: Hey heyh yeyyy so i wa swonder if we coud talk :)))))

[warringxbeck-blog]

Midnight Rendez Vous

It was that kind of night, the kind where Warren felt on top of the world. No, he didn’t feel content or particularly happily; but he felt like he had nothing more to lose. Since his conversation with Scarlett, he had gotten himself seriously befuddled. The rationality of his mind fought with the intense desires that sprung through his heart. And as the weak man he was, he succumbed to the intoxication of alcohol. Vision blurred, throbbing pains echoing at the very back of his skull. He was destroying himself from within. With another chug, he swallowed the burning sensation down his throat. This was yet another relapse since his break up with Scarlett. He never spoke about it, but for a good long while, he had gotten his sorry ass drunk. It wasn’t for the pleasure, it wasn’t for the enjoyment - it was for the escape. It numbed the memories of her, the distinct warmth in her voice. Oh how stubborn he had been, quite the fool. He knew he was a good for nothing idiot, but he clung onto the reminders of the past like it was his life raft. Here and there, he floated about lost in the vast expanse. His feet had found there way toward her. Well, toward the building she now occupied. Despite his drunken stupor, he managed to pass through the lobby and fake soberness. It seemed like his body had a mind of it’s own as it navigated quickly and easily. He had hid his drink in a shopping bag. With unbalanced footing, he stumbled down the hallways. Green orbs searched for her room number before he brought his knuckles to the door. He was hoping she was there, he needed her to be there.