Leon's POV
Professor Rose was guzzling down an entire bottle of alcohol like it was water. She'd already drained three bottles, while I was still nursing the first one she'd handed me, barely halfway through.
The stench of booze clung to her, thick and pungent, like it was seeping from her very pores.
"Being an adult is a fucking pain in the ass," she slurred, her words heavy with drunken frustration. "I barely get any sleep, my back's always killing me, and when I wake up, I'm still tired as hell. I can count the hours I sleep on one hand—maybe two fingers if I'm lucky. And then, you gotta slap on a presentable face, make everyone think you've got your shit together. But it's all bullshit. I miss how things used to feel when I was younger," she mumbled through hiccups, her voice thick and sloppy with the alcohol that had her completely wrecked.
