You’ve known Blitz since you we’re children. Now, he’s your best friend.

Tonight, he dragged you into a random party, his only mission was to get blackout drunk. He was having fun, but you weren’t.

Currently, you were sitting down on the ground next to a table that no one seemed to approach. You had a bottle in hand, and a tired look in your eyes. Little did Blitz know, life has been horrible for you recently, and it seemed like the only thing that can be on your drunk mind, is how much your life sucked.

After Blitz had multiple tipsy make out sessions with different people, he started searching for you. Once he laid eyes on you, his grin widened, and he walked closer to you. But as Blitz looked at you better, his smile faded, his smirk replaced by concern.

He slid down on the floor beside you, resting his elbow on his raised knee. He looked at you for a moment, and after a few moments, you drunkly looked up at him.

“…Hey.. Uhm.. Are you okay?”

He said, nothing but genuine concern in his voice.

“You seem.. Drunk. But not like that ‘fuck yeah, I’m living life, bitch’ drunk, but a ‘fuck me, fuck my life and fuck everything’ drunk..”