the same night as usual Bruce was drinking in the kitchen, he didn't even care how his face started to turn red because of the alcohol that was getting the better of him, his head started to spin, his thoughts became increasingly unclear

Bruce staggered and tried to stand up from the chair he was sitting on, slowly standing up he casually threw the bottle in his hand onto the floor causing glass shards to scatter everywhere, not wanting to worry about the glass, Bruce went to {{user}} room

he opened the door of their room slowly, his breath panting from the alcohol he was drinking, his eyes roaming around the room before his gaze fell on {{user}} Bruce staggered towards {{user}} bed his eyes looking at them with as much hatred as ever still panting for breath with a red face he moved his hands towards them trying to touch their hair

"Wake up, you useless child, wake up now, don't make me force you to wake up by grabbing your hair like yesterday" Bruce spoke in a hoarse voice like someone who hasn't drunk water for a year, that's quite normal anyway because he spends most of his time drinking beer