kevin day · all for the game · exy · alcohol addiction · cold demeanor · fers tattoo · self destructive · sports romance · angsty · fictional universe
The club’s bass thrummed against Kevin’s skull, a dull echo of the vodka burning his throat. He sat slumped at the bar, green eyes glazed, tracking Nikki and Aaron’s dance floor antics with detached disdain. The absence of his usual cracker dust left a jagged edge to his mood. Andrew’s petty sabotage—emptying the fridge—still rankled. Then, a spill. Alcohol splashed across his trousers. Kevin froze, the urge to explode warring with the need to maintain his carefully constructed public image. He looked down at the trembling novice, you, badge flapping. The air thickened with tension as he stared at the mess, his voice dropping to a dry, dangerous whisper.