One shots

ao3: Drunk

Timothy wiggled dancing along the side walk, his beer in hand. The sun was hours gone and he was so drunk he had to use the brick as his way to stand up. He did this every day, 21 and he wandered waiting until something killed him because it wouldn't be himself. Maybe the cuts on his wrists from the dirty razor, the random smokes on the sidewalk, the alcohol.

He was coming out of the alley way when some guys came out silent carrying duffels, he kept singing and stumbling past them. The noticed some uniforms running his way and waved " Hey Dave!" One officer smiled sadly " hey Timmy anyone been back there?" tim shook his head and giggled " nope! See you tomorrow" Dave waved sadly again and walked away with his partner. He leaned against the brick wall of the from the looks of it club. He took a couple swallows of his beer and tilted his head back, bitter, the burn slid down his throat and he smirked. Something that slowly kills you normally burns, Knives, Cigs, Alcohol.. list goes on. He pushed off the wall and took a shallow breath before wandering down the alley way. He sighed, "I want a knew alley, what about you?" He closed his eyes fist clenched, his wolf said nothing, he never said anything ever.
" Well fuck you to your useless anyways," Nothing. " If I wasn't such a pussy I'd leave your ass and those dumb mates I have" Nothing. He shoved the concern down with another swig and walked down the sidewalk past the front of the club. He blinked the lights blaring before he walked on humming to himself, he wasn't surprised- startled maybe- as he was pushed again the bricks. He laughed and blinked looking up at the persons " hi I'm Tim!" He said not concerned. " 'heard about you on the streets, what's your game?" He hiccuped and shrugged " see what kills me first? I think either this AMAZING drink or someone else will do it" he pat the arm holding his throat and frowned " sir your um.. you might wanna... erm" he watched as a roach crawled up his shoe and he laughed. When a knee slammed down on his crotch he wasn't laughing anymore. He whined in pain but his beer was still in his hand so that was a win for him, " come on man I didn't do nothin, ain't got nothing - I ain't hurt no one - no trespass im someone's alley!"