veintinueve ✿
[The argument had come out of nowhere. Years and they had barely fought, even then over the silliest things, but couples fought sometimes, didn't they? They couldn't agree on everything. But this time he'd done it in front of their child. Diego hadn't yelled, which only served to hurt her more. She drank too much, he said. It was irresponsible, and she had to think about their son growing up with an alcoholic mother. How would that affect him? How could she not consider their child's upbringing?
He'd slammed the door behind him, and it'd trembled in the door frame, leaving Hathor to her thoughts and her bottle of tequila.]
We can't all be perfect, can we? Ah, damnit.
Mortidred, I have need of your services. You'll help me out, y? And Eve, babe, I need a favor.