grand_cntrl_stt: House/Wilson (closed) NWS -- contains dark themes

[dontkeepkosher]

James hadn't meant to get drunk. He'd merely decided to go the bar after work to have a beer, maybe two. He'd become somewhat maudlin, however, about the shit he'd done back in Princeton, how much he'd screwed his life up, how much he was so uncertain about this life here in New York. Two beers soon turned into one shot of whisky, another shot of whisky, another, and another, until he was decisively drunk. Not wasted. But drunk enough that he was stumbling over his feet when he finally left the bar.

He fumbled with the key when he got to the door of his and Greg's apartment, and once he finally got the door open, he staggered through it and kicked the door shut a little louder than he really needed to.