#tw drunkness

💛 Happy drunk

❤ Angry drunk

🧡 Cuddly drunk

💚 Horny drunk

💜 Sloppy drunk

🤎 Silly drunk

💙 Sad drunk

🤍 Apathetic drunk

PIERRE grunted his response to Hélène’s inquires. He nuzzled her hair, just inhaling her scent. Had she always smelt so nice? She smelt of the finest of perfumes and the cleanest of soaps, but also of something distinctly Hélène that could not be replicated. It was a nice smell. He could spend hours just holding her close and smelling her hair. Was that weird? It was probably a little weird. He didn’t care at the moment. All he cared about was holding his wife in his arms. 

Phillip was —

Okay, to be totally honest, Phillip was not actually doing well. The semester had started and he’d thrown himself back into school work (which for the first time since coming to Swynlake, was actually his real priority) and he’d gotten a job at [name redacted], and he’d been busy enough.

But after the hullabaloo of a new school year had eased off, Phillip realized the ramifications of just what he and Tom and John had done.

And then he immediately decided to un-realize the ramifications of his drastic life choices and head over to the Deer. Just for a few drinks, of course, because it was a weeknight.

… and a few hours later, Phillip found himself slumped in the corner of a booth at the Deer, nursing his … well, he hadn’t been keeping count. Nursing a drink! Normally, he was a very friendly drunk, who liked to make conversation with people who passed (and also tried to get laid, let’s be real), but he was feeling contemplative today, and in the sort of mood where the answers to life might be found at the bottom of his stein (he knew it would never be).

As he set an empty glass on the table, he was about to flag over the bartender again, when he noticed a man walk past his table.

“Oi! I know you!”