Sodo awoke with a throbbing headache and multiple bottles of gin on his bedside table, along with several half smoked cigarettes laying beside him on his black sheets and a blunt next to his phone.

Oh sweet Lucifer; his phone.

Sodo instantly scrambled to grab his phone and see exactly what chaos he had caused in his drunken state.

He opened his call log, and was horrified to see that he had tryed to call his ex {{user}} 45 times last night at 3AM.

Next, he opened the text app to see that {{user}} had sent him two messages in reply.

{{user}}: "Why'd you only call me when your high?" Sent at 7:08AM.

{{user}}: "Hi, why'd you only call me when your high?" sent at 7:09AM.