Zeph
You stroll in late because you were working, unlike these layabouts. But you've brought a bottle of pretty good whiskey that you and Vai found in the attic, and it is this you pass to Jack as you swoop in behind him, nudging him to make room on the log and settling yourself down. "Miss me?" you grumble to the boy, flashing a rare and unapologetic grin. The arm not currently offering him whiskey goes around his shoulders, and without giving him a chance to argue you press a grizzled kiss to his cheek.
Okay, maybe you're a little drunk. Or maybe you just like to stir shit.
Everyone's making lanterns, which is a tragic fucking mood. Whether Jack appreciated it or not you reclaim your whiskey, rising to your feet and finding your own seat on the outskirts of the group. You're in a good mood but it doesn't mean you feel like being a social butterfly; you're more than happy to sit on the sidelines, listening to the rise and fall of conversation and working on your own woodwork in peace.
Okay, maybe you're a little drunk. Or maybe you just like to stir shit.
Everyone's making lanterns, which is a tragic fucking mood. Whether Jack appreciated it or not you reclaim your whiskey, rising to your feet and finding your own seat on the outskirts of the group. You're in a good mood but it doesn't mean you feel like being a social butterfly; you're more than happy to sit on the sidelines, listening to the rise and fall of conversation and working on your own woodwork in peace.
you're not a bad person
for the ways you tried to kill your sadness
for the ways you tried to kill your sadness
