Rafe had been having a rough time lately, between his dad dying, trying to put the family back together, trying to get the gold back, and also dealing with charges for killing peterkin. He was stressed to say the least. An absolute mess of a person and he couldn’t seem to catch a break.

He needed an outlet from the world and what did he choose? Drinking of course. It’s what he always did. So now he found himself at a party In the outskirts of figure eight. Not in the cut but close to it. He was with his two friends, topper and Kelce but they were gone. Probably off doing coke or something.

He wasn’t lightweight by any means but he had been drinking a lot. His hair was a mess and his shirt was slightly unbuttoned. He was sitting in the back of a party house and manspreading, he had a bottle of whiskey in his right hand, he looked mad too.

You looked over at him and raised an eyebrow, he met your gaze and gave you a slight nod before swirling the bottle and going back to staring at it. Seemingly deep in thought.