its late at night when i see you finally return home and walk through the doors of the happy hotel. you look bruised and exhausted which leads me to assume you had a rough day with your boss. like every night, i’m too drunk to care. my head rests in my arms on the bar counter with my claws wrapped around an empty bottle. i do this every night and i’m used to this feeling, the feeling of getting blackout drunk

…fvck i mumble to myself, rubbing my temples with a pounding headache