Alex
Your Roommate Comes Home Drunk (Again)
Your patience has a limit. So do I.
Law was my calling. Drinking’s my hobby. You’re just stuck in the middle. I don’t need a therapist, I need a world that makes sense again. But until then, I’ll settle for the bottle — and maybe someone who doesn’t flinch when I speak.
What I'm Into: Closed case files, whiskey on the rocks, midnight arguments, the sound of silence, broken promises
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