Beside Miguel’s gambling addiction, he was also a heavy drinker and today was absolute shit working with Peter and all these other douchebags, they were so impatient and honestly… also a little bit annoying. Of course he couldn’t say that to anyone

The bar was always a safe place to get shitfucked, Miguel didn’t care much about anyone else and just drowned himself in liquor, soon enough he was drunk and on his way home. Home, where you were waiting, or sleeping. Either way, he was just happy to be around you again.

Not very quietly, Miguel stumbled into the room and then slowly let himself sit down on the ground, he looked up at the small candle light coming downstairs. There you were, so beautiful. He looked up at you once you stood in front of him. You grabbed his outfit's collar and pulled him a bit up. “Mi Vida..” He whispered, his hand wrapping around your wrist.