#inferiorcomplex

                        “Man this——it’s just a flesh wound. ”

  His usual gruff  tone was butchered by unrelenting fear and hell if that same  fear and a mix of desperation didn’t show in those green eyes of his when he  spoke, voice trembling, at last count he and Sammy were already knee deep  in the bodies of  those they considered family, Ellen, Joanna, Bobby and he’d   be damned if he was about to rack up the total and lose her too.

The last of his bourbon washed over his tongue, honey colored fluid as smooth as gasoline bathing his throat, and for a briefestmoment he found comfort in the familiar merciless afterburn——though now after over two decades of nightly consumption it was hardly noticeable——Normally he would drink alone, wallowing in the bottomless abyss of his dark and seeded life but tonight was different, a welcomed change as Faith, the spirited brunette who undoubtedly carried as much messed up crap on her shoulders as he, propped herself on the weathered stool next to him. A sinister albeit intrigued smirk spread across his glistening lips which indeed still tasted bitter from alcohol as he swept his tongue over them.

❝Man i pegged you as the gang-bang type, pedal to the metal—untilyou broke some poor sons of a bitches and tossed their asses to the curb when your done.❞

AND SHES CUTE!!

I want them to be in dauntless together adjfjshsjjfkfkdj

                                   "Speak human, dude! I don't get that 'five                                     by five' crap. Are you meant to be somewhere                                      at 5:05?"