He stumbled–Wary gaze laced onto his handsome features. And a smug smirk plastered upon. The corner of his mouth risen. He could barely walk within a straight line. And his hands scarcely shook anymore. His head not throbbing along the lines. At least for now. He slurred into people passing by. Scratching the back of his neck out of habit. He had drunken too much. Despite the scolding, despite what she told him. He couldn’t fucking care less. He needed it. -And yet though, he hadn’t used. Not within a three days. Mainly the reason why he was so wasted most of the time.
It’s only when he sees her–his glance snaps up. His face perking up a bit. Like a little lost boy. And he slurs himself near. Humming out a tune in amusment. He doesn’t think twice. Snaking his arms around her waist, and drowsily nuzzling his head within the crook of her neck. “you ditched douchbag?” He slurred drunkenly. Pressing her back a little closer to his own muscled body.