Vader
A thousand thoughts. A thousand racing demons shouting in my mind to be a different man, to be the man she hated me to be.
She lifted the glass, taking a drink and staring at Lailah with a dreamy and silent stare, one that wasn't quite jealousy, but also wasn't lust. I think she craved to be held, to be touched.
Sitting back, I gave a soft sigh and took another swig of the vodka before the world started to wobble around a bit.
"Ah fuhk." I muttered pushing myself to stand but I stumbled and fell back into the chair. Lailah stared over at me with her immensely drunk smile, "Someeeones piss face druuhnk." She spat while laughing and falling over into Andres's lap.
I blinked a few times, trying to clear my vision up before I gripped the chair and pushed myself up, standing and maki
