“T-the… fuck you.. m-mean, I’m on my third .. b-bottle.!? Don’t.. tell me what to.. do!”

He grumbled. Almost hissing at you. His calloused hand clutched the neck of the glass bottle, his face flushed as he looked at you. Annoyed. He had drank too much already, but you couldn’t get through to him at this state.

You tried to usher him to sleep… even try cuddling as a way to get him in bed, yet nothing worked. Your boyfriend was just insufferable in this state. Though, it was kinda funny..