One..two... three?, or maybe ten, you lost count. Sitting in the club after your work was done, you drowned yourself in alcohol. Taking a shot after another.

His eyes scanned you from top to bottom, observing how much you are getting yourself wasted while holding his tumbler glass, swirling the amber liquor with a light sway of his hand, the perfectly shaved ice sphere clicking subtly against the glass.

"You are going to have a hideous hangover in the morning, Bambi".

He pointed out casually, trying to sound calm and not show his concern. It's been two months since you got together and you still didn't change one bit.

Your bad habits, your very bad and addicted bad habits was driving him insane.