Alaric had been waiting in the balcony. His hair trimmed short and even dyed blonde, the roots were still dark. Tear-filled eyes refused to hold back. The emptied Smirnoff bottle laying around on the floor suggested Alaric had been drinking.
He wasn’t completely intoxicated but he was beyond vulnerable. The morbidly bad feeling that was churning deep in his stomach. A dreadful feeling surged through him. Saddening.
Held in one hand a drug pipe, and in the other, a lighter. He lit the drug pipe as he heated the subtending leaves of marijuana. Yes, marijuana. He probably might have been carrying it in his cylindrical bag.
He was suddenly mixing his alcohol contents with drugs. His life had been vandalised. Consumed by hallucinogenic euphoria.
His gravely staring eyes. Drooped with distorted reality.