❛ @kiyoungie ❜
He came to the beach drunk with his friends last night and the last thing he needs to do is to get shitface drunk again, in the middle of the day but he can't say no to a cold beer on this hot day but it could have been better if he decided to eat first and cure his hangover with water and some medicine, not alcohol but Connor was stupid enough to think you can fight alcohol with alcohol like fighting the cold with cold. “Shit.” He cusses as he sweats, wobbles and grabs on the nearest post he could find. He wants and needs to go back to the hotel, but his body wasn't cooperating with him. The heat made it worse, leaving him dizzy and in pain in the middle of the beach. Connor was sweating like crazy and swearing like a teenage boy. A shadow gives him some sense of relief from the heat and he couldn't understand a word that was being said by the other. “I'm fine.” Connor says, but clearly, he is not.