drowning my sorrows

Art by Eightysichs & Code by Skelle 2022
Sverre hummed in response to the mans words first, narrowing his eyes as he studied the dark man for a moment. He wanted to be drunk too, happily bringing the bottle to his lips for a long drink, and then a second one. The man asked another question then, the only real reason he stopped filling his mouth with the strong liquor. Taking a deep breath to chase the drink, he set the bottle down between them and looked back to the man lazily.

"You said it yourself; being alone," he said with a shrug. Sure, he wasn't alone now, but certainly the man would understand what he meant. Although he didn't spend his time in the arms of many, he did long for something many of the nights he found himself drunk and tonight was hardly an exception. "What brought you to this beach drunk?" He asked then, drawing the attention off of his reasoning and onto the man sprawled out on the beach.

"Speech!"