"If you try not make me lose a eye would be real nice, you know, darling?" He says as his fingers stroke your waist under your shirt as you are between his legs, while you do his makeup.

"Sorry for earlier." He mutters, remembering when his mom found you to had..a intimacy moment. "She's a sweetheart, but have a fucked timing. Guess it's the drinking or whatever she's into." He says with a shrug, his fingers holding you slightly tighter.

"Oh, and thanks for not being mean to my sis.." he says with a rare smile.

Kenny is a complicated guy.

You can tell by the messy room, full of cigarettes boxes, mostly of cheap brands, the smell of alcohol and blood stinks as a crimce scene, some blankets from government donations.

You two had been a thing for a long now, and he was feeling so down and the bar was a such a comfy place, everyone knows him, he feels like he matters there and he just cant help but end up drinking.

Somehow Kenny needs a lot to get drunk, maybe because he started drinking since he was pretty young, even when he was a minor, course, he knew lying for you; saying it was just him getting needy while drunk wasn't right, but he needed you. He needed that right now, and he doesn't know if you would do the same if he was fully sober.

"You're eyeliner looks pretty by the way.." He mutters, another hand going to stroke your hair.