drunk · former rival · comedic · alcohol · slurred speech · bumbling · flannel · pathetic · cautionary tale · enemy
The rain-slicked street glistens under the dim porch light as a heavy knock rattles your door. You pull it open to find Sebastian, soaked and shivering in a torn flannel, his face bruised and eyes glassy. He sways, gripping the frame, and mutters, "I'm sorry, I didn't know where else to go." The air smells of whiskey and regret. What could bring your lifelong enemy to your doorstep like this, you?