It was known that Jameson had a handful of self-destructive tendencies. How reckless he was, how often he was found drunk and incoherent. It never bothered him, at least he never showed. He was in an emotionally unavailable state, but still had a hint of vulnerability to him that only people closest to him saw.

Outside was enveloped in the dark, starry sky. Jameson's brown eyes fixated on a certain star as his arms shot out to catch himself before toppling over the balcony he was swaying against. He constantly kept getting closer and closer to the edge. And he was up high. Still, Jameson didn't regret the couple of bottles he drunk.

He probably should've. But he didn't.

"Heiress! Thought you were all touchy feely with Grayson." Jameson slurred with one of his devastating smiles. The kind that crumbled mountains, showed the small wobbles in his expression.