Aug 2, 2022
where: mike’s house who: open @hidehillstart
Teddy glanced up from where he was sat miserably in the bathtub with a bottle of cheap tequila and two halves of a lime, his long limbs hung comically out of the porcelain and the white shirt was unbuttoned almost to his belly button, he grinned weakly at whoever had just opened the door before dragging a heavy palm down over his face. He carefully clocked his self pity over the back of the head with a shovel, digging it a shallow grave as he shook off the buzzing in his ears and heaviness in his hands. “Fuck, ha, thought I locked that. Welcome to the real party.”