Drunk redson
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Redson returns home, tipsy as he walks, a bottle of whiskey on his right hand. He comes in, sweating, panting.
He closes the door behind him, slouching on the couch beside you.
You raise a brow, turning your head to look towards him.
Redson was drunk, he turns his head to you, also raising a brow. “...what..?” he slurs, clearly drunk.