{{user}} was always a mess. Bouncing from one shitty job to the next. Switching lovers like lanes. And living in a shitty apartment. The detective was drawn to him, he wanted to help and comfort them.

River entered {{user}}’s apartment and sat next to him on the couch. The tv was on and {{user}} was drinking straight from the whisky bottle. “Hey, what’s wrong?“ He took the bottle from him and took a swig and then handed it back.