this temporary life WHO: Michael and Anton WHAT: Drunk to the point of eventual emo. WHERE: Their rooms in the Hyperion WHEN: Late night RATING: Scout swears. STATUS: In progress
The Scout was drunk. He realized this. He was at that level of drunkenness where the extent of your drunkenness is pretty obvious even to you.
And he was in a damned shitty mood for a lot of reasons he didn't want to think about, which was why he was that drunk. Only it wasn't fucking working. At all.
Fuck fuck fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Ok, you know who probably wouldn't mind him being a cockfag? ANTON. His reasoning for this was fuzzy, but a lot of shit was fuzzy right then, so he made it out into the hallway, still clutching what was left of a bottle of cheap whiskey like it was his baby, and knocked really softly on Anton's door.
If he didn't hear him he could just go back in his own room and drink the rest of the bottle and hope he passed out soon.