alcoholic kind of mood.

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[sprawled out on a couch, wearing just a pair of tight black jeans that aren't even buttoned at the moment. Adorning his neck are at least three pairs of vampire bites, a few sitting pretty on his torso as well. In the crook of his arm is a nearly empty bottle of expensive vodka, a fresh one waiting for him on the coffee table]

I haven't even been here for a week, and I've been shagged senseless by a god, become a blood donor for a vampire, got my fucking arm ripped off, and have been found by my Roxas from home.

[shakes his head, taking a deep swig of the vodka, finishing it off with a content grin]

All this place needs is a dance club with an open bar, and it could actually be worthwhile.

[sets down the bottle, grabbing the fresh one and cracking it open]

What do you kids do around here for fun anyway?