A wide smile crossed his face. Grasping the corners of his mouth and drawing them towards his ear. A warm feeling filled his chest, and buzzed through his extremities. The young male peered through the cracked and broke glass, a child looking pass the glass of a candy store. His black-gloved paw pressed gently against the dirty window, while the rest of him yearned to be inside. It pained him to be just of reach, but as much as he knew he would enjoy being inside Heath basked in the anticipation. Giving in, the male walked swiftly passed the door, its glass panels long gone. Stepping through the glass carelessly the male walked passed the counter, the aisle of discarded item and like a laser beam headed strait towards the back shelf.
The city was interesting, or had been. Now it was a dream come true.
A hand moved slowly to the bottles that sat on the shelf. They spoke to him, calling his name and the male whispered sweetly to them, oui, mon amour . It had been some time since he had felt the burning taste and bitter sweetness of the buzz. His tail wagged mindlessly behind him as golden eyes scanned over the assortment. Though he spoke French, his taste was Russian. Immediately the beast greedily took the necks of two clear bottles. The vodka was cheep, and Heath knew it would burn best. Smile remaining the beast strode out of the building, eyes glancing backwards for one farewell goodbye to those that had been left behind.
The cap fell to the crumbled concrete, lost and not needed. There would be nothing left to save. Starting with one handle the male strode down the street, the air clear with spring’s prospect. It was pleasant, a day for exploring and adventure. Heath was far more apt to drink it away. Too eager to find a place to sit and rest while enjoying the drink Heath took on the task of drinking and walk all at once. Rounded neck tipped as he pressed the opening to his lips, standing in the middle of the road the male took the first throat-burning swig.