Saturday Night.

“Going all in tonight~” he whistled in a strange tune he made up, “~don’t even care if I pick a fight~”

“Can’t even think straight,” he gave an ugly pitch high, red drunkard blush content to staying. “today’s gonna be worth the waa-it.”

Smashing the glass flask onto his lone apartment walls.

“SIGH! I feel a number coming in!” he laughed manically, low and wild.