I love you the soft whispers that he purred to the bottle hug limply from his hand emitted from his throat were almost inaudible. If there was one thing the male found comforting, it was the sting and burn of the hard liquor. The clear substance wet his lips numbing them and trailing down his chin. He wiped it from under his mouth, and not wanting to waste a single bit, licked the vodka from the back of his hand. The large handled bottle was half empty, and the feeling began to hush t his head. His steps were rocky and he dragged to toes lazily. He didn’t fight the feeling like some might, he only succumbed to it and enjoyed the unraveling of his control.
Down the road he went, a song from his childhood rolling through his mind but he only tried to hum the tune. Gold eyes focused on what they could, the blue sky, a floating cloud, a tree branch, a wolf’s face, the red door of a dilapidated building. Heath walked carelessly towards the female that stood before him until her voice brought his mind into focus. He gave his mane a shake, the hair standing on end from the base of his neck to between his ear like usual. It took a moment for him to process her words and he stepped out of his buzzed state for a few seconds.
There was liquor, some where and Heath could smell it on her breath and from some where else. He smiled, Hey. His voice stretched, as he wondered how truly luck he was to find such a plentiful supply of vodka as well as someone to share his time with. The lean male looked down with a glint on his honey hued gaze and spoke, Heath. Introducing himself the tawny male rested the bottle on the ground, though his fingers still clung to it, and found himself eye level with the four legged fey. A toothy grin matched his words, At your service. As he spoke he tipped his bottle to her cup, letting the vodka spill into it.