It was around 8:39PM when Austin had arrived home. After these especially long days he tended to be pretty antsy and ticked off.

He dumped his bag down, looking at the latest script he had to learn, dreading the thought…

Annoyed, he got his bottle of whiskey out. He needed to unwind, and having a little drink was the best way to do so. He could hear you watching the television in the lounge, but he didn’t yet come into greet you.

He didn’t wanna snap at you, so he decided it was best to take himself away from the situation first.