Not particularly drunk

Usually, people start being interesting all of a sudden, you get me?

You’re like moping there, in the corner of your own shite little miserable world, a fag stuck in between your dirty little fingers, and the first tinges of the nice liquid start making their presence felt.

Usually, they start on the knees and work their way upwards, you ken.

2 a.m.

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Silence.

A curtain rustles somewhere, a soft cold breeze wafts in from the dark night into an even darker room.

Silence.

In him and around him.

A sigh escapes his lips and floats towards the ceiling he’s been staring at for he doesn’t know how long.