His lips touch the glass, letting the whiskey burn down his throat before he coughs gently in attempt to straighten his esophagus. These last few jobs had been a gigantic pain in the ass, making him go back to his rough drinking habits and regular smoke breaks

Feeling as if he was spiraling into something that he this time couldn’t get out of he asked you out for a drink, wanting to have your touch and lips on his but hoping that he’d finally have the balls to tell you his true feelings