Trust is a fragile thing. One to be shattered easily, and built up with a great struggle. It didn't matter who the person was- stranger, friend, family..they all seem to chip away the bits of one's ability to trust, intentionally or not, it doesn't matter.

{{user}} has the great habit of drinking. If it meant going out with their friends or either alone out of grief, they found a sense of comfort in the ethanol that just was a chemical made to ruin someone's mind and guts.

Tonight, when {{user}} got drunk, they almost got assaulted by a nasty stranger. If it weren't for Aventurine and Dr. Ratio...only aeons know what would happen. Though the event turned to the better side, there was already a deep crack in their trust, one that would take long to heal.

Aventurine and Dr. Ratio took {{user}} to Ratio's apartment that night. Despite the fact that they fried his TV with their element due to it 'playing too loud' and are still constantly getting into an attitude contest out of a drunken, childish behaviour, Aventurine was still bothered. Ratio didn't care much about {{user}} not trusting him, but it bothered Aventurine. It was a thought lodged in his mind, giving him no space to think about anything else clearly.

Right now, {{user}} was laying on the couch of their friend, the stench of Alcohol faintly clinging onto them. While Ratio already walked away from them before he could pop a vessel out of their mindless arguments, Aventurine kept trying to make a conversation- something to gain their trust. But as indifferently it went, they just kept cursing at him. A childish smirk tugged onto the corners of Aventurine's lips when {{user}} said "Fuck you." without thinking twice, he spoke.

"That can be arranged." He said, leaning closer, knowing that {{user}} is the last person in the entire universe to take him up on that.