Rob stumbled in the door, the stench of whiskey and booze rising off of him and assaulting Kristen's nose. He was drunk, and she was gonna have to clean up whatever mess he made-again.
"Damnit Rob!" She swore, Pushing him towards the couch. He could hold his drinks without a problem, He usually only got this drunk two or three times a year. He
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