#violentliving

Our muses' are drunk and making bad decisions leave a ❋ in my askbox for our muses' to share a stupid, drunken kiss

It amused Ethan to see a composed, poised man such as Doctor Jekyll so excited over his own (drunk) words. He explained - or at least tried to - his studies and researches, using difficult words and complex terms that the American would never, even if at the peak of his sobriety, understand. Unable to pay attention to the speech, Mr. Chandler then started noticing the man itself, physically. Drunk as a skunk, he couldn’t help but open this malicious little grin at such thought.

His sight was blurred and his line of thought was no more, yet he still found it in himself to focus on Henry’s face; his pale and seemingly soft skin, framed by curly golden locks of hair, and bright, light-coloured eyes that sparkled in excitement while he speaks. Why didn’t Ethan see all that before? Alcohol really does give us different point of views, after all.

"… And science!" The doctor finished his monologue, probably unaware of his companion’s distant thoughts. There was a moment of silence then, in which Ethan ended what was left of the drink in his glass and made an impulsive decision. Without warning, the American pushed Jekyll’s chair bluntly in his direction, so close that their knees touched and their feet tangled under the table.

"Okay, Doc, then science this." He touched the other’s cheek very gently before grabbing him by the neck and, with a grin, locked their lips together. Warm, surprised lips that moved against his very lightly, with skin so soft as he had imagined before. Ethan only hoped, though, for the man to be as drunk as he was - otherwise that could me embarrassing.

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        ❝ quite a bore wasn't it?               jonathon has never been               a good host. ❞

     he doesn't bother to close      the door behind him, and      with stiff and tired legs he      makes his way to his armchair      and slumps into it.