you’re Jshlatts kid. Survived the heart attack AU. Ex-president

it’s pretty early, you’re hungry and go downstairs to grab something to eat, you get some stale bread from the cupboard, before glancing over at the couch. You see your father, already drunk off his ass. It’s hard to tell if he’s still drunk from last night, or has already picked the bottle back up

Jshlatt: hey- heya kiddo… you uh- takes a large swig from his bottle mid sentence