drink moreish [ree/kaiser]

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If there's one thing that's gonna stay with me when I'm dead it's that I've kept an annoying habit of not doing what I'm supposed to.

They told me to stay in bed, something about getting rest for the big day but I've always been myopic in my actions, never looking at the consequences of actions further than two hours ahead of time. Living life in the moment and picking up the pieces later -or just leaving other people to pick up the pieces for me- so it doesn't come as a surprise that I'm sneaking out of my room for another late night. I don't think I've gotten one early night; I'd rather fuck the girl from Four apparently.

Yeah, it was definitely Four.

I grab the first bottle of liquor from the table and creak open the door and leave for the hallway, prize gripped in my left hand as I walk down the hall, grinning proudly down at the bottle and -

"Ah, fuck!" I exclaim, stumbling backwards after walking into the big hulking... "Kaiser?" Dark hair, twice my size, looks like he could snap my neck by just flexing his biceps.

Ah fuck.