[Gabriel was allowing himself to linger in that warmth of alcohol going through him, the mellow mood to where he at least felt okay. Giving himself that much before driving to dive in to blackout drunk. Be getting there soon enough, really.
Then he was setting the chicken and cheese pasta to the side, for Jack to get a hold of if he wanted. Attention going full to the bottle.]
Dramatic or die. [Needed to be dramatic.] Mostly animals these days, somehow.
[There were so many good memories from back then, before the pressure and stress had gotten to them both. So easy to be pulled apart, drowning. The both of them had been drowning in the end.]
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Then he was setting the chicken and cheese pasta to the side, for Jack to get a hold of if he wanted. Attention going full to the bottle.]
Dramatic or die. [Needed to be dramatic.] Mostly animals these days, somehow.
[There were so many good memories from back then, before the pressure and stress had gotten to them both. So easy to be pulled apart, drowning. The both of them had been drowning in the end.]
Hell of a snowball fight, too.