he’s drunk enough that he’s barely able to stand on his own two feet , and yet he’s still going . his bottle is gripped slightly too tight in one hand , spilling alcohol on the floor as he stumbles against the wall on the way to ------ where even is he ? he practically claws at the surface of the wall to stand up straighter to get a good look at his surroundings . SOMETIMES HE JUST WANDERS . he usually ends up in another bar , gets kicked out pretty quickly , and if he’s lucky he’ll make it to his own bed instead of behind bars . this is shannon’s place . he groans quietly , then mumbles something to himself about how he’s stupid to even come here . he gives up trying to stand , gives up trying to get any closer to the door , too . ‘cause he realises how sad it is that he’s come to his ex’s door of all places , ESPECIALLY WITH AS DRUNK AS HE IS .
he slumps down against the wall , fingering the lip of the bottle almost absentmindedly as the room spins around him . GOD . he should get up . leave . go back the other way . at least if he gets into a fight with some stranger it won’t be as embarrassing as being found by shannon . that would really suck . @nostrke