"I was surprised when you called for me, but to think I would find you in such a lousy state", Dark said, his eyes focused on Rekior on the opposite side of the bedroom.
Rekior was sat with his head slumped back, his short ripped to pieces and his usual shorts barely holding on by a thread. He let out a burp that absolutely reeked of alcohol before lazily snapping his head forward.
All around him, drunk barrels of booze lay empty. Dark glanced between each one, carefully counting how many there were. 1, 2 … 12, 13. He was severely over doing it and the rosy tint to his cheeks showed. Not to mention his inability to control himself as he let another burp rip.
Rekior raised his hand and waved at a small stool in the corner, "Sit … Sit Dark".
