Robbers {5SOS}

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Michael's POV

This guy sitting beside me looked familiar. As if I knew him from somewhere.
His piercing blue gaze, caught me off guard for a moment, before he spoke up.
"Hi?" He said a little unsure about himself.
I guess I didn't realize I was staring at him.
"Oh sorry, I uh, didn't mean to stare" I said.
"No worries, Im Luke, by the way."
"Michael" I said nodding, trying to ignore my intoxication.
After chatting for a while, Luke left the bar with his bud, leaving me alone with an empty glass.

I found myself stumbling home, with a massive headache. For me, theres no limit for alcohol. I may remember how many drinks I had, but now I didn't even remember my own name. Flashes of different things occurred in my mind, sending me on trips of small black outs. I managed my way home, then came crashing down on the couch, with a sick feeling in my stomach. The room was spinning, until I fell asleep that night.

I woke up the next morning, with a pounding in my head. A massive pain I just couldn't seem to get rid of. Everything was just absolute shit, from the reason being: I had a huge hangover.
I stumbled around to the kitchen, and made a cup of coffee for myself. As I sat staring and my mug, at my shitty table, something hit me. That Luke kid, we went to high school together. We actually hated each other for quite some time.
So many thoughts rushed into my head, and the last one I landed on before I went to a blank mind again, wasn't a good thing. Stealing, robbing, violence, blank.