Room 507, Arms Hotel [Late Sunday Afternoon]
John was still drunk from last night. He hadn't stopped drinking since the squirrel had told him that his Aeryn was gone.
GONE. GONE. GONE.
The word just kept beating through his head. The booze helped. It dulled the ache. He could just stay here with his booze, being a disheveled, unshaven mess. Life wasn't worth living anyway.
Alcohol was his reason. His one and only.
"AERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRYN!" he cried out, tears streaming down his cheeks. "WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHY!"
[For, um, someone!]
GONE. GONE. GONE.
The word just kept beating through his head. The booze helped. It dulled the ache. He could just stay here with his booze, being a disheveled, unshaven mess. Life wasn't worth living anyway.
Alcohol was his reason. His one and only.
"AERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRYN!" he cried out, tears streaming down his cheeks. "WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHY!"
[For, um, someone!]