they don't get a happy ending

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𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊

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his car headlines blare brightly down the alleyway he'd reversed into, hopefully blocking any innocent by-goers from looking through his windshield and spotting where he is sat in the backseat, topless with a bottle of vodka in his hand.

his free hand searches through one of his clothes bags, dropping the odd item onto the car floor when it isn't what he's looking for. he keeps the bottle by his lips all the while, sipping occasionally as he goes.

eventually, he stumbles across a black polo shirt that he knows doesn't particularly fit him very well and is sort of tight on his arms, but he supposes it's better than any of the big t-shirts that he hadn't had a chance to wash yet.

he pulls it on over his head, careful not to spill any of the alcohol in the process. he lifts his hips off the backseat, digging his knees uncomfortably into the back of the driver's seat as he tucks the shirt into his baggy black jeans. it's not the most colourful outfit, sure, but he pulls his gold chain out from under his collar and figures that's enough accessorising to make it at least a little interesting.

he holds the bottle to his lips as he clambers back over the centre console into the front of the car, sitting down in the driver's seat whilst reactionlessly swallowing a mouthful of vodka. he pulls down the front mirror to check his reflection, thankful that he'd managed to find a gym to shower in the day before since it saved his blond hair from looking greasy as he brushed it up out of his face.

the blond settles his legs properly into the space below the wheel, his feet thoughtlessly finding the pedals as he reaches to discard the vodka into the cup holder in the back, ensuring the cap was well-secured before turning. he starts up the car, briefly remembering to spray himself with some deodorant before pushing down the handbrake and driving out of the alley and onto the main road.

he leans his left arm on the small ledge on the inside of the window, his right taking control of the wheel as he drives mindlessly in search of some nightlife. the main road has a few bar-eqsue-looking places, as well as some more high-end clubs, but it's not exactly the scene he's looking for in the unfamiliar state.

eventually, he drives by a busy-looking club, the queue outside long but fast-moving as the bouncers don't even check people upon entry - not safe practice, but punz isn't the kind of guy who has to worry about getting spiked, from physical appearance alone. plus, poor security meant he wouldn't get turned away for the bags in his pockets.

he drives just a little farther down the road before finding a spot to park in. punz checks the signs about parking, not in a place where he can afford a ticket, and is relieved to find he can stay there for free until seven the next morning.

the blond leans back, taking the vodka in hand one last time to down a few final quick mouthfuls before hiding it beneath a random shirt. he grabs his phone from the centre console, checking the charge that it had gotten from his shitty portable charger and not being mad at the 30% that blinked back - he expected less, honestly.

he finally gets out of the car, locking it once before checking it was locked again (his life is in that car, he can't risk it being stolen). happy with the level of security, punz drops his keys and phone into his pocket, alongside his wallet which was already in there, and starts walking back down the road towards the bar.