i'm never getting over it sry

“i’m gonna—” his hand shot up to his mouth and paused for a moment. he felt the liquor make it’s way back down his throat as he leaned into the other, “i’m not gonna throw up.” oliver swung his arm over craig’s shoulders. “i need another one–go get me another drink and maybe a gun so i can shoot myself.” breakups were tough, he understood, but he never imagined ending a seven year long relationship would put a pit in his stomach. “come on, craig; let’s gooo, another drink, a gun; take me to the kitchen!” house parties weren’t much of his thing, drinking wasn’t much of his thing. @enchxntedones