HOME SWEET HOME -- p, roxanne

Even though it didn't seem like it, he really wouldn't have minded if she declined. He would have been a bit disappointed, sure, but he wouldn't have pushed her. He knew that some people weren't heavy weights like him, or just didn't like drinking as much. But Roxanne ended up agreeing and he grinned, determined to win. He pauses to think, then shrugs his shoulders. "Yeah, whatever the winner wants," he's already decided what he would want when he won. As per usual, his plans weren't anything good.

As he's passed another drink, he extends the glass to clink with her's before throwing it back, waiting for her to follow suite before ordering another. And then another. And then another until he eventually lost count, too focused on staying as sober as he could. Or at least appear as if he as. After downing yet another drink, he ran his tongue over his lips, his mouth growing sticky. He glances over at Roxanne, wanting to see if she was cracking yet.

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"SPEECH"

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