Alcohol, sex
They talked or rather... argued. But everything she told him was now blissfully lost in a soft alcoholic haze. Here, he was able to forget. At least for a little bit. At least for one night.
The whisky felt good. The lips on his felt even better. His hands were impatiently grabbing the man's ass and his mouth opened to invite him even closer.
He looked like Henry. He felt like Henry. He couldn't be Henry. He wasn't here.
And even though the whisky decreaced the retention of bad memories, his heart was still desperately holding onto all those feelings.
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Já jsem se zařekla, že ti
girliekatie
Já jsem se zařekla, že ti okomentuju každé drabble - i ty, který nechápu :D. Sorry jako :D. Ale je to pěkný! Teď jen zjistit, co je to za lidi, no :D
Tak jsem to pročetla všechno
girliekatie
Tak jsem to pročetla všechno a už jsem doma! Teď je to ještě lepší, když vím o koho/co jde :D
Sad
tif.eret
and gloomy and desperate... beautiful though
Ježiš chudák :( :( :( já se
Tenny
Ježiš chudák :( :( :( já se teda chytám a srdce mi pláče