𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ fast times and fast night. closed eyes and closed blinds, we couldn’t help it. outlines on bed sides..

Its late at night, William sits at the bar. The place is rather empty, though the people that are there are definitely wasted. In the corner is a woman singing and playing piano.

The smell of cigarettes in the air, one of which is tiredly hanging between Williams lips as his eyes are laser focused on the bottom of his whiskey glass.

He hasn’t seen Vera since they’d broken up, if that’s what you can call it even. William really isn’t in the mood for anything, besides making drunk decisions he’ll regret in the morning. Not that he cares right now, though.