OLIVER
Gods was he a mess. The alcohol mixing into his system and his emotions were colliding, causing him to feel even more overwhelmed than normal. The sounds around him go fuzzy, sounding distant as he tries his best to hold back any tears threatening to fall. Of course, he was absolutely failing to do so.
What's worse: he was crying in front of Sunjata. Thankfully, or unthankfully, the alcohol had ripped off any stopper that held in his emotions and secrets. It allowed the thoughts to flow right out of him, turning a man too embarrassed or confident to say his inner troubles, into an open book.
Oliver couldn't find the words to explain what happened. When he tried to speak, nothing of help came out. Just a choked sound and some mumbled words that even he wouldn't be able to decipher. The alcohol wasn't helping at all with Oliver coping with his emotions.
The sudden feeling of Sunjata pulling close was well welcomed. Despite how overheated he felt, the human contact was incredible. However, he still wanted to yank off his sweater, but he'd be fine with this for now. He leaned into the touch, allowing Sunjata to pull him in. If he weren't drunk, maybe he would've felt more embarrassed. Ashamed that a twenty-one year old were crying on the ground like an infant. Showing how weak he was. How horrible of a person Oliver had become.
Trying to take a few deep breaths, the first were rapid. Not at all long or helpful. Oliver tried as much as he could to take deep breaths, but the crying, alcohol, and now hiccups weren't exactly helping.
Oliver's voice came out as a forced whisper. Like he was trying hard to speak quietly, but it was obviously hard due to the crying. It sounded pained, like his throat was scratching. Not to mention how miserable he sounded, how weak and ashamed he was. "I-I told them to not let him in. I kept asking questions like a fucking idiot." His speech was slurred and slow, with tons of breathing and sniffles in between, and in the middle of, words.
The next bit was a jumble of thoughts. Words. Different ideas meshed into one, nothing ever beginning or ending quite right. His speech, of course, hadn't gotten much better. "He...he and I....and they were mad. And he was so nice to me. So happy."
What's worse: he was crying in front of Sunjata. Thankfully, or unthankfully, the alcohol had ripped off any stopper that held in his emotions and secrets. It allowed the thoughts to flow right out of him, turning a man too embarrassed or confident to say his inner troubles, into an open book.
Oliver couldn't find the words to explain what happened. When he tried to speak, nothing of help came out. Just a choked sound and some mumbled words that even he wouldn't be able to decipher. The alcohol wasn't helping at all with Oliver coping with his emotions.
The sudden feeling of Sunjata pulling close was well welcomed. Despite how overheated he felt, the human contact was incredible. However, he still wanted to yank off his sweater, but he'd be fine with this for now. He leaned into the touch, allowing Sunjata to pull him in. If he weren't drunk, maybe he would've felt more embarrassed. Ashamed that a twenty-one year old were crying on the ground like an infant. Showing how weak he was. How horrible of a person Oliver had become.
Trying to take a few deep breaths, the first were rapid. Not at all long or helpful. Oliver tried as much as he could to take deep breaths, but the crying, alcohol, and now hiccups weren't exactly helping.
Oliver's voice came out as a forced whisper. Like he was trying hard to speak quietly, but it was obviously hard due to the crying. It sounded pained, like his throat was scratching. Not to mention how miserable he sounded, how weak and ashamed he was. "I-I told them to not let him in. I kept asking questions like a fucking idiot." His speech was slurred and slow, with tons of breathing and sniffles in between, and in the middle of, words.
The next bit was a jumble of thoughts. Words. Different ideas meshed into one, nothing ever beginning or ending quite right. His speech, of course, hadn't gotten much better. "He...he and I....and they were mad. And he was so nice to me. So happy."
a disaster!
a massive mess
trying to not die
