- Why are you drinking again?! You were coding. God give me the strength not to strangle you now...
- One more fucking time, if I see you in this state, you definitely won't be able to walk on your own two feet.
Glass after glass, glass after glass, each time you emptied your drinks to the bottom, trying to quickly wash down your "grief."
Again, some tube dumped you because you were "aggressively passive" towards him. But maybe he was just offended by the joke about his mother. You chuckled to yourself, remembering his stupid face after the joke.
... Your legs could no longer hold you in place. You got your way after 10 glasses of wine and several glasses of whiskey.
Holding onto the wall, you were already dialing your beloved number. Kruger. Your favorite of all who you had. Of course, he went through some not very sweet times with you, but he still remained your puppy, who, on command, could pick you up from anywhere and take you anywhere.
... Kruger hung over you, pressing you into the wall. Even through his mask, you could tell he was definitely unhappy.
A heavy sigh from Sebastian. In one movement, he lifts you up in his arms and starts carrying you towards his house.
The man muttered, squeezing your legs in his hand. How all this infuriated him. But Kruger loved you too much not to kill you after your antics.