Akira
Jesus!
He looks as beautiful as always though his eyes are red and he's stumbling as if he couldn't stand straight. I get a whip of strong odour. My eyes narrows in confusion before I realise what it's.
He is drunk!
I swallow hard, averting my eye from his beautiful face, "You are drunk." I state.
He scowls at me, commenting famous drunk line, "No I'm not," wavering a little, when he makes a move forward, "Okay, maybe a little." Slurring, he shows a space between two fingers as if defining how much.
What does he want now?
I fold my arm around me protectively. I need it around him considering I feel utterly defenseless against him, "You can't be here." I speak in my most stern voice I could muster up but I know it still comes as breathless as I am feeling.
His lips form a spit
