sucking air at the the smell of vodkaSef lay catty-cornered along the couch and floor fingering the empty slits in the remote control where the buttons should’ve been. TV static reflected off his sunglasses. Thane locked the door behind him and hovered by it uneasily.sucking air at the the smell of vodka by ~lazysmirk
“Are. You drunk.” He scanned the floor for the hallmarks: the razor, the mirror, the bags. It was only bottles. Bottles, magazines, little gray buttons of rubber, and batteries. A bottle of Absolut rocked between his thighs while breaths shifted his weight. It was as if he had fallen from the sky and someone propped the liquor there as an afterthought. When his legs slid to the floor, the bottle
Vitreous“Guess what I did today.”Vitreous by ~lazysmirk
“Iiiiii don’t care.”
“Guess though. Guess.” Sef’s presence hit him with a wash of peppermint noise and tobacco. Thane kept his eyes closed. It had been a long day? Week? He felt jagged, as if shards of glass replaced the tissues of his back.
“I’m sleeping. Go fuck something or-“
“Congratulations. Guess the other thing though.”
“I don’t-Hhhhhhnn.” He rolled over as the magnitude of the scent increased. Sef’s heat loomed.
“So. A thing happened and they are just, y’know, screaming their eyes out, yeah?