Rick was out at the bar pretty much all night. Which wasn’t anything odd persay, but odd he’d been at the bar. usually he would just drink at home, so you weren’t quite sure what was up with him.

It wasn’t long before Rick had busted through the front door, grumbling something with a bottle still in his hand. He looked pretty drunk. He plopped himself down beside you and took a swig, palming himself for only a second. on purpose? “fuck ya lookin’ at?” His words a bit slurred.