Mike: *quiet mumble, still not looking at him*
...it’s alright....
*le gulp from ze bottle*

Mike: *pulls back after he be about halfway done, taking sum deepish breaths and sighing*
*absolutely feels like shit because the alcohol isn’t kicking in yet*
....

Mike: *ignoring everyone else atm*
*finishes off his drink, then picks up the bottle, thinking*
.....
*after a moment, he just starts gulping the stuff straight from the bottle bc he nono care anymore*

Mike: *thinks for a moment, going quiet*
….
*after a moment, he picks up his glass, and starts gulping all of it down*
*sets it down after a moment, taking a few breaths… then sighs*

Mike: *just slowly sipping his glass and staring down at the counter*
*his expression do be looking slightly more pained than before, smh..*
….
*hates himself and almost everyone else*

Lmao, you juSt remembered that-)

Mike: *slowly lifts his head, and looks at his bottle*
*opens it, then pours some into his glass as well*
*iz more than he normally takes in a glass, smh*
…
*slowly lifts it up, taking a gulp*

Smh-)
He is not Larry, therefore he is ew)
We only like Larry)

Lmao-)
Fuggin Glenn 🙄😣)

Mike: *just sitting there and being very quiet*
*slowly crosses his arms and lays his head on them, just thinking*
….
*sTill drowning in his own thoughts*

Mike: *quietly, not even looking up from the counter*
..I’ll get the same as him....
*nono want to ask for the strongest because he’s not thAt upset, but he isn’t just going to get his regular either*

Mike: *follows, then sits down next to him*
*just staring at the counter*
….
*upsets*

Mike: *walks in when he holds le door, letting out a soft sigh*
*definitely gunna get drunk*
…

Mike: *shuts le door as well, then starts walking with him*
*grips his hand slightly*
…

Mike: *shifts himself so he isn’t leaning on the window, and sighs quietly*
*unbuckles, then opens the car door, and slowly steps out*
…
*be waiting for Peyton*

Mike: *just staying quiet and tryna keep dem emotions hidden, smh*
…

Mike: *leans his head against ze window slightly, being a quiet and depressed man*
....
*still mentally feels like shit*

Mike: *just being quiet and drowning in his thoughts, smh*
....

Mike: *follows him over to the car, then open the passenger’s side door and gets in*
*le buckles, then looks at him, just thinking*
…

Mike: *looks up at him, then slowly steps through le door*
Thank you…
*he’s just blank atm*

Mike: *le following*
*just staring down at the ground as he walks*
…

Yeep)
Mike just smoked and wrote a lot of vent shit, smh.. it still calms you down a little)
He didn’t want to drink because he didn’t want to do anything stupid)

Mike: *smol stretch, and slowly stands up*
Well… are we going…?
*stillll quiet man*