•[Toms POV]•
My eyes flutter open as I awaken. I stretched and sat up, yawning quietly. I groaned and sniffed the room. This is why I don't like staying in my room for so long, it reeked of vodka, specifically smirnoff, and that made me crave for some in the morning. I knew this wasn't good for me, but it was simply an addiction, so it wasn't like I was stopping anytime soon, and there wasn't a point in stopping it.
As I get my lazy behind off my messy bed, I basically walked as if I was an old man with a cane. I wasn't really a morning person, so I was basically a sloth when I wake up. My legs didn't feel like going any faster, even if I tried to force them to.
Eventually, after what seemed like hours, I finally made it to the kitchen. I open the refrigerator and quickly started stuffing my hands with bottles, and bottles of smirnoff. I'm pretty sure I had about 8 bottles, but I don't really care to count. My legs guided me to the couch, and I lazily slouched inside. I was already starting to chug my smirnoff, one by one. It didn't take me that long to get wasted though.
I pointed at the black TV screen and started to loudly laugh as if there was something on the TV. "Haha! I love this show!", I exclaimed as I continued to laugh. I guess everyone else heard me since Edd, Matt, and Tord all ran into the living room as if someone got murdered. Edd was the first to say something. "T-Tom? Are you feeling okay?" He asked with a concern filled tone. "Yeah! Course I'm fi- *hic* fine! Why would I not be?" I asked, the slur in my voice was obvious.
"Wow, He's Drunk" Tord said with a smirk
(Sorry that this chapter was so short qwq. I'm still getting used to writing Tomtord since I'm so used to writing a different fandom.
Anyway, tell me how I did! I would love some criticism)
