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“ sevyn, stop being annoying. you gotta slow down or else i will be cleaning up your puke later tonight. “ he had pulled her away from her little make out session. luckily that went smoother than he thought but that didn’t mean she would stop reaching for the drinks everyone was offering her. “ we go outside and get some fresh air. okay? you will feel better. sober up a little. “ theo had planned on drinking the whole night through but then he saw her on wobbly legs with a guy who wasn’t good enough for her. that made him rethink his night quickly. he reached for her hand, pulling her towards the patio door. // @driptape​

"you cheated on my brother?" / @driptape ♥

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“do you still even love me?” violet’s eyes fill with tears. “because i can’t handle the inbetween.” 

     “ .. –— every time i come over here you always want to argue . when are you gonna get a fuckin’ grip ? ”

« well , if you really wanna know , she just mentioned that she would maybe like to , you know , sort of try again . » tries to brush off the encounter in question with a light shrug of his shoulder . « besides , she was drunk as shit , so i wouldn't think too much of it . »

“please stop calling, you’ve been dishonest. i’ve been through enough, you put me through enough.” 

               tyron and alcohol did not mix well in the slightest. first thing’s first, he’s a smoker. he wakes and bakes and is scarcely seen without a spliff of his own merchandise hanging from between plump lips. not to mention the fact that his honesty becomes amplified — painfully so. drinking in groups tended to end in fights, and drinking alone resulted in lonely nights with his hand for company. but drinking with her, with the one girl he loved (platonically?) more than most? it could only end with disaster, surely.                 he slumps, melting back into the couch in his surprisingly well maintained flat — it had been his nan’s first, and he’d be damned if he was to disrespect the home she’d both raised him in and gifted him.  “ so. “  the television mumbles in the background, empty cans littering the coffee table as cigarette smoke pours out from the open window. he turns towards her a tad, awkwardly clearing his throat as he abruptly changed the topic of conversation.  “ your boyfriend — he’s rich, in’t he? so he’s taking care of you financially, yeah? “  a quick sip from his near empty can, licking the flat remnants from his lips as he met her gaze.  “ but that don’t mean he loves you, y’ano. not like i do. “