Charmolypi

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TEARS

The first thing that crosses his line of sight is a drunkard in her undies holding a half-empty bottle of whiskey while scribbling on a sketchpad.

"Oh hey there, baby!" She raises the bottle, mildly shaking it. He stares at her as she takes another gulp from the it. "Want some?"

He shakes his head and starts making his way towards her, grabbing the bottle when he was close enough and also takes one quick drink from it. The bitterness rolled down his throat and, god, he misses drinking.

"Tell me you ate breakfast."

"Nope," she giggles and continues to draw careless lines, curves, and shapes.

He sits beside her and thinks about how much of a pain in the ass is the girl who acts like a five-year old when she's under the influence of alcohol.