asheronjames:
âThis is why I donât drink that much,â Ash muttered, feeling the world spin around him. The stairs into the apartment building looked too intimidating, swaying here and there. Ash huffed and sat down on the grass, looking up into the darkening sky.
âItâs not the continuity of the drinking but the quantity you drinkâ Danny pulled a water bottle from his book bag âHydrate yourselfâ
It took Ash a moment of blinking to decide taking the water was for his own benefit. âI was trying to be responsible having a cab bring me home, but I didnât account for the stairs forbidding me to enter my apartment.â He sat up in the grass and opened up the water bottle more slowly than he would have sober. He took a few gulps and sighed. âThanks.â














