New Year's Eve||Open
"Happy new year." The ghost said with sarcasm, an aura of alcohol surrounding his words. He took another sip from the Jack Daniels bottle in his right hand. He didn't bothered to look for a glass. No one could tell him how to drink, or how much to drink. He rested his back on the wall. His legs comfortably extended in front of him. While everyone had someone to share the New Year's Eve with, Chad was all alone, drinking in a corner. That was pathetic. He heard some footsteps and he glanced at the source of the sound. A short, drunk laugh escaped his lips. "Well, well...Looky who we have here."











