[ it's a long while before he comes back in. made a few calls, sent a few texts, went down to the liquor store and returned with a whole case of those little 99ers that he likes so much and after choking down three of them he's stumbling a little as he heads inside again. this is much easier than dealing with it sober. when he's drunk he doesn't actually care, instead of just pretending he doesn't. he could walk in front of a bus and it wouldn't phase him.
the same way noisily tripping into the living room and rattling the coffee table with how hard he sets down the remainder of the plastic case of tiny bottles doesn't phase him. or falling into the nearest chair and reaching up to mash his shades straight on his face again. ]
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the same way noisily tripping into the living room and rattling the coffee table with how hard he sets down the remainder of the plastic case of tiny bottles doesn't phase him. or falling into the nearest chair and reaching up to mash his shades straight on his face again. ]
Hey, wake up.