five o' five

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chapter one pt one, five o' five '
tw light cursing , light alcohol , light smoking

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his glass was empty. so were his arms. another glass to keep him awake should be good. sleep deprived and drunk he poured himself another lonely glass. the sound of tequila on glass echoed through the seemingly empty dining room. ripples erupting from the liquid as it was poured.

he pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and blew out the smoke he'd been holding in. the opaque grey gas drifted into perfect transparency as the dim early sun peeked through the sheer white curtains of his balcony. he pushed the cigarette down into the ash tray, his fingers wrapped around the short glass. his rings clinging against the glass. the small noise rang in his ears as he took one last sip from the glass.

he set the glass down.

a glance at the clock, 5:05

just before his eyes shut he saw a moving figure but before he could comprehend it his head had already to the bar on top of his arms.

"im going back to 505"

— SAPNAP.

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