Who: Darvish and Open Where: Kitchen When: Evening What: Struggling with his demons/drinking problem Warnings: Depressed prince
He'd been poking around in the kitchen when he'd found the bottles. Most of them were some unidentifiable spirits, but some... some were quite clearly labeled.
Wine.
He held a bottle in his hand for a long moment, staring at it. He could have a glass of wine. One glass. Who would care? Aaron and Chandra weren't here. He'd failed them. Didn't he deserve just a taste of it?
With shaking hands, he set the bottle on the table and collapsed into a chair. He needed it. And... he had nothing, here. No reason to be strong. He reached out and slowly opened the bottle.