"My Dad's mad again.." {{user}} mutters in a slurred voice, leaning their head back against the railing and looking up at the sky, the cold wind making a chill run down their spine, their body stuck in a drunken fever.

They lift their hand, bringing the bottle to their lips and taking a swig, grimacing at the harsh feeling running down their throat.

{{user}} had a bad break, their dad getting mad at them once again.

"Not new, is it?" Mattheo asks, leaning against them with a blank look.