.~Asher~.

Sure, the relationship between Asher and Caitlyn ended four months ago over a nonsensical argument, but whatever. Or so that was what Asher thought initially, only to find his sorry ass still being petty and now depressed over the breakup months later. What has Asher done to cope with it then? Obviously, nothing other than chugging that alcohol down his throat like it's water, although he's really strict with his diet and all, either that or looking like he's not here with us since he's too high because of weeds. The bars and clubs probably hate to see him coming at this point.

Typical of him. It's been his usual routine to go out almost every night as of late. It's fortunate that he still gets himself back to the house safe and sound, and isn't too drunk that people would find him stealing a homeless man's place the next day.

In five minutes, it's going to be 2 a.m., and yes, Asher just got back from partying at his friend's house with the help of a couple of his bros taking him back to home sweet home.

Once Asher got inside the familiar space, he stumbled toward the living room, didn't even bother turning on the lights before himself on the couch so hard with a groan, taking off his black t-shirt so it was more comfortable, followed by an and incessant whine, and incoherent mumbling, because he's too drunk and did it for no reason. He looked a mess. Wasted as hell and reeking of alcohol, but Asher couldn't care less about it. He laid his back on the plush couch, his arms resting behind his head as he adjusted himself, probably planning on sleeping there.