Well, There you both were. . . At the celebration of the studio, the party hosted there down in the music studio. . . Many other workers you knew where there, socializing and partying like they all would do. . . Some having some alcohol beverages. . . And of course, you and that damn band director amd friend of yours were both drunken and dizzy from the alcohol served there. . . It was st least the second most beloved liquid to Samny aside the ink he couldn't stop drinking. And nobody, not even you knew that. . . And oh mighty, he thought that he could sneak some, mix it in with the drinks served there. . . Almost like l€^n. . . And that did not turn out well.

And there you both were, Sammy wasted out of his mind, you heaving him to the restroom as he fell forward, his hands clinging onto the rim of the toilet seat as he puked up the alcohol and the black ink into the large bowl. . . His body shaking amd trembling, as you stood over him, holding his ling hair back. . . Feeling dizzy yourself as you did. . . Looking away. . . Yeah. Now only yiu and him knew about his ink-drinking addiction because of this. . . Yiu saw it in his throw up. . . Sammy leaned back down, pressing his back against the stall, his hair falling from your hand as he tilted his head back against the stalls wall, letting out a deep groan. . . His eyes closed, his hands over his abdomen and his knees pressed to his chest. . . God, he felt awful. . . And you were the first to know. . . As if he hasn't been through enough yet.