Location: Declan’s house
@maxvargas
Max-- his best friend, a partner in crime. Not a bad influence, but also not the guy who would tell Declan to slow down on the drinking or partying either. That was why they were sitting out in the backyard with a six pack, Declan packing a bowl.
“I don’t think 10 is too early to start drinkin’,” he commented to no one in particular. There were things he needed to talk to the man about, but...instead he brought a lighter up, inhaled til he coughed a bit, and exhaled. “I told you I got a new client, right? Booked for the fuckin’ month,” a chuckle. At this moment, his feelings were neutral, but after the initial shock of seeing his ex walk through the door, Declan treated himself to a nice evening of being fucked up. He was proactive by turning his phone off and hiding it beforehand, if only to prevent himself from texting her....well, anything. Explicit, less-that-favorable, he had all of those thoughts about her. He took another hit.
“It’s my fuckin’ ex. You know the one,” he coughed again before offering to Max. “So what’s fucked in your life this week?”