Commission from  frothymess

Now on this one there's a story I wanted to copy-paste to this new account.
And this is the greatest commission I could ever ask for!



"With soft but long sigh he enters from his own apartment’s bedroom to hallway, partly clothed. Stran found two cigarettes from his pocket (Funny, he’s usually left with none).
It says “Marlboro Gold” on the package. He lighted the cigarette, just to be sure, and yes: no matter what cigarette brand or taste he’d smoke, it wouldn’t make any difference. “The softest taste with a hinch of refreshment” blended with a very bad breath from a mouth which was eager to have something to eat.

Stran leaned on the hallway wall, peeking at kitchen. Empty bottles filled the dining table. Some rabbit from downstairs had joined them due to loud conversations and now slept, quite peacefully, at the furthest corner of the kitchen. With the messy, but still peaceful, façade painted on Stran’s mind he couldn’t resist to smile a little.

What a night it was. And night indeed. They had enjoyed the last bottle of whiskey around who-knows-when, and after drinking the last drops of Lagavulin’s 16yo straight from the bottle they all went to look for corner to sleep in. Quite nice way to end the night, not when the conversation ends but when drinks run out. We made quite a mess after there was no reason to talk and
trust me when I tell you:
You don’t wanna know what’s been on my tail.
“I should go to shower before I go to store”, Stran said, looking at his pocket where he kept his cigarettes.

Stran took a empty long drink bottle from the table. He wouldn’t butt his cigarette to a whiskey bottle, no.
“Wonder if everyone will wake up to the sound of dribbling coffee…”

Then it came back again at him. Almost too similar morning experience from two weeks ago.
When he woke up later than usual, dressed in the same suit as the day before. When he was in no rush anyway, because he had a few days off due to arranging his move to new apartment. And here it was. Coffee machine worked there as well; it’s almost more than he could’ve asked for. When he had to move to a much cheaper apartment. When he thought that the hallway’s wall next to kitchen entrance was the most comfortable spot in the whole petty apartment.
When he heard a sound from his phone. 1 unread text message.
With a bad grammar
“I’m sorry say your grandma slept away last night.”

I’m not saying what goes around comes around. More like nothing’s been going around. Everything just stays still. Day after day. How my mom never learns to write correctly, how I’m always in need of money and how I continue smoking.
And now that I am supposed to stay in this apartment for a longer time who cares if I smoke inside."