Depuis le DĂ©but â Asher & Cyrus
Cyrus felt as though heâd been in a perpetual state of intoxication since arriving in the Capitol. Before then, even, his lips parted nearly every few minutes to find empty hope within the bottles of liquor now piled up on the train. Thankful for a high tolerance and a buzzing mind that not even alcohol could unravel in most cases, the stream of warm fluids kept washing down his throat to supplement the drowning sensation he felt.
Situated at one of the Capitolâs many bars, he sat taking in shot after shot of whiskey until his limit was finally reached. As the room spun, there was a goofy smile on his face. God, how he hated himself for letting someone else control his life. For being idiotic enough to let the only person that had ever played at his heartstrings walk away with everything ended. Although this was the close he previously wanted, the man couldnât help but feel that this was the end of his time as a Capitol romancer. Any other midnight escapades with anyone else would never be the same. Heâd never be free from the regret that lingered inside of heart.Â
Raising a hand to take on more shots just to get the phantom thoughts out of his head, he felt the warmth of another body coming his way. As they sat beside him, there was a slurred laugh spilling out of his mouth as he slammed an empty shot glass down to cast a glance around. âStop playinâ âround, I gotta take a piss anâ if you donât move Iâm gonâ piss all over yaâ, you sleeze.â Standing up, he quickly shot a hand out to the otherâs firm shoulder for stabilization. âOh shit, I canât go. You got to help me man. Youâre theâŠâ squinting, now, he laughed again in realization. âYouâre the lumberjack from Seven. Shiiitt. Howâre you? I got to take a piss.â
