Will Herondale (shadowed_will) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2018-09-08 20:20:00 |
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It had been a long evening for Will. Long in the fact that there hadn't been enough alcohol for him to forget that he was lonely and depressed. It had all started with realizing that he was awake and sober and missed Tessa and Jem so much that he felt physically sick. Instead of dealing with how he felt though, Will decided to hide from it. He'd dug out a bottle of vodka and started drinking until he'd passed out. It wasn't healthy, but he figured it was better than drugs. With the sound of his alarm waking him, Will managed to drag himself from bed. Deciding that he didn't smell all that bad, he dressed himself in something he considered to be closer to clean. Putting on a pair of sunglasses against the brightness of the world outside of himself, Will trudged to Training Terrain. Despite the wicked headache pounding at his temples, he got the doors to the gym open, inviting in the regulars. Though he should probably consider working out himself or at least getting closer to sober, Will couldn't be bothered. Instead he slumped at the counter, head propped up on a hand as he nursed a glass of whiskey from the bottle he'd found on his office desk. Better to be drunk than consider the cold light of sobriety. |