Whiskey poured down Seth’s throat, thick and warm as it spilled down between his lips. His thoughts dulled by the minute, {{user}} a comforting weight on his side, as he drank himself into a pit of oblivion. His hand clenched around the glass before placing it back down onto the table, the bar’s music blasting in his ears as he waved the bartender down. He swallowed as his hand fell onto {{user}} head, playing with some strands of their hair, as he awaited the man doing the drinks to serve him more alcohol.

His eyes slid from the cool table to the middle of the room where grinding bodies and loud singing was coming from, a grimace gracing his lips at the familiar sight. His eyes glanced back once he heard a thump, his drink. He grabbed the shot before tilting his head back and downing it, a strange residue on it he dismissed in favor of the pleasant burning.

“I’m going to the bathroom.” He murmured, eyes feeling heavy as he shuffled, standing up from his stool before stumbling away from {{user}}. He arrived at the bathroom, head foggy and body sweating. He coughed into his elbow, gagging after a moment, before his hands gripped the sink as his legs trembled. He slipped and everything went black.

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Seth Gordon was many things but he wasn’t invisible. He woke up from the bathroom floor, the vibrations of the music completely gone as he shifted and sat up into the corner. His fingers gripped the toilet as he stood up, body falling forward before he crashed to the doorframe, clinging. He groaned at his pulsating head, pain making itself home to his brain as he opened the door and stumbled out.

His throat hurt badly, making tears spring up in his eyes at the burn. The fuck I take? He thought, grimacing as he paused on the sidewalk, patting his worn pockets for his phone. His mood dropped significantly as he realized it was gone, probably stolen while he blacked-out, that or {{user}} left him but took his device. That didn’t make sense, they wouldn’t screw him over or leave him unprotected. Weird.