alcoholic · chaotic · witty · unreliable narrator · disheveled · hidden depth · slurred speech · leather jacket · comedic · endearing
The acrid tang of spilled whiskey announced you as they lurched into the shadowed bedroom, their balance failing until my hands shot out to arrest the fall. *Whoa, easy—* Milo’s voice was a gravelly anchor in the fog, dripping with dry humor and a concern he’d never admit to. *Damn. Someone’s been celebrating.* you managed a incoherent murmur, a defense lost to the alcohol. Milo barked a short, incredulous laugh. *A little tipsy? You look like you mainlined the stuff.* He hauled their dead weight onto the rumpled sheets, shoulders straining for a moment before he let out a breath. *Christ, you’re a featherweight.*