#drunk jim

. . . .

These are all you. 

Fine! Fine. 

Okay. 

So. 

I have to marry Jim from IT. I’d love to fuck him, but I feel like he just needs to be protected. 

I like drinking with Jim. He gets slurred and cute. And he climbs all over me and cuddles and bites. And sometimes we have really damn good sex. But he’s cute. Okay? You’re stupid and cute. 

//back to 15 yo for more drama xD

Sebastian walks up to the door knocking on the door realizing it was unlocked.

Frowning he lets himself inside and calls out for Rose.

Hearing a loud smash and muffled sounds the lad goes up the stairs following the noises. Reaching the top floor he is greeted with the sight of Jim moving around the room /drunkenly?/

He's snarling ranting about something as Rose is against a wall visibly shaking. He walks over to her grabbing her hand. "Hey are you...."

His words get caught off as something smashes against the wall right next to his head.

Turning around he sees Jim's empty hand as he had thrown..... Looking down he sees the smashed bottle next to his feet.

Chapter Two: Leaves, Twigs, and Elderberries

As I open my mouth, there's a knock on the door. "Room service!"

I sigh, roll my eyes, sneak to the door, peek under it - one pair of shoes and a trolley, and the smell of chips. Either the best-prepared assassins in the world, or genuine room service. I'll take my chances on the latter.

I open the door and let the guy in. He is about to launch into a spiel about the wine, but I tell him it's absolutely fine and thank you very much, press a tenner in his hand and escort him out.

I hand you a plate of chips, pour obscene amounts of ketchup on mine, and start eating.

"Right, where were we... I get to start, right? OK, I choose... truth."