die, {wine} don't you? . styx/xylia | blitz

I'm good at being a shitty person. It's one of my best qualities. I might be a drunken mess most of the time, but at least I'm not as bad as my "parents", or some of the other Fray bitches, like Trylle, Kaiser, Xylia. Now they suck.

I'm sitting on the couch in the living room, and it's late at night. The sun went down some time ago, I don't remember. Was I drunk? I don't know, probably. I just know that I've been sitting here, drinking red wine straight from the bottle and playing darts.

My eyes flicker to the side for a moment, and I spot Xylia fucking Fray. I groan internally and roll my eyes. I hate that bitch, and of course, of course she's here to ruin my party.

"Ah, fuck you Xylia," I say groggily. "You've always been a bitch." I take another swig of wine, straight from the bottle. It stings against my lips, but I have grown to like the fire.

"And you know what I am? I'm the god of tits and wine!"

^{(did i just quote tyrion from GoT? oh yes, yes i did)}