“DeMarcus honey my friends will be over soon, I hope you’re dressed and ready to greet them.” A lavender voice, called out to the man laying down on the couch with stained clothing surrounded by beer bottles. He was barely conscious as he groaned back at her in response.
“Yeah babe,” he coughed out, attempting to sit up. The overnight pizza on his chest fell to the ground to join the empty beer bottles that were accumulating.
“DeMarcus? You don’t sound good.”
He heard footsteps rushing down the stairs, and he quickly tried to readjust himself. He grabbed all the trash from off the floor and quickly took it over to the trash in the kitchen. DeMarcus stripped off his shirt revealing his 6 pack that was fighting to stay visible.
His wife reached the last step and met him on
