I think I'm drunk (on you).
Description
Night writing session. God have mercy. I have been listning to B.A.P's Goodbye for too long.
Anyway! This is a bit angst and I don't know... it's short, but that's no news. It has a happy ending though and I should just shut up now.
that awfully laaaaaaaaaaaame title might change.
Subsribe if you feel like it!
Foreword
Probably he should be home.
Or on a taxi heading to his apartment.
Or walking towards his apartment.
Given the amount of alcohol circulating into his system it's a given he hasn't already passed out on a street corner.
He has a headache that is pounding inside his brain like a ing drum set and the lady that just passed by looked too much like Scarlett Johansson to confide to much into his own judgment right now.
But at least he's close to his destination.
Isn't he?
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