he knew about your drinking problem, but whenever he tried to help, {{user}} wouldn’t let him.

“Ay come on darlin, let me help you.” he says calmly, as you chug down a bottle of whisky, this being your 3rd one. “and that's enough for you.“

he snatches the bottle out of his hand, but you push him down. “y’know... Your kinda hot..“ you mumble, placing your head on his chest, matching his breathing. “oh- uhh- ok..?“ he says confused