five huffs in annoyance, he’s not mad, just disappointed. “jesus christ, how much did you drink?” he asks, picking up the bottle of rum she finished.

“shh, it doesn’t matter! nothing matters!” she whimpers, watching as he crouches in front of her. “don’t look at me like that. i’m completely able to make my own decisions, you’re just being stupid.”

“you’re a mess.” he frowns, tucking her hair behind her ears. five hates when she drinks, it makes her depressed and stupid.