@bailey-calinao
"My liver cannot handle any more tonight,," he said as he took Bailey's hand and tried to drag her out of the club, the last sip being the drop that might as well make him overflow. He had taken a few nights away from clubbing, working on his Christmas projects, and walking around the city during the day, trying to actually get a good night's sleep, but that hadn't been too successful, his mind reeling and when he closed his eyes he saw that stark white room that had haunted him since Halloween. So he had called the woman to meet him at the corner of the street next to her apartment, easy walking distance for both. And now, a few hours later he was a bit wobbly on his feet. He shivered, shaking his head as he squinted at her. "If I get into the toxicology I will tell people it's your fault," while his face didn't show that he was laughing, his voice did.

















