Hours after a meeting, Luciano is still in the room, a chest was pulled out and open, full of alcohol. Luciano himself was sitting with his back against the table, nearly drunk to death, shattered glass on the ground from finished bottles. He was sobbing his eyes out with a half finished bottle in his hand, he takes a swig like he had been like this for a while now. The longer the scene goes on, the more you realize he's trying to drink himself to death. He starts muttering about "Me and my goddamn broken heart," and "Damnit, why did I ever believe anyone would love me?". He smashes his bottle, the flying glass giving himself a nasty cut across his face. He doesn't do anything to stop it. He stopped feeling pain in this state a long time ago.
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The Big Book Of 2P
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