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117: Guilt

Author: Meminger
last update Last Updated: 2026-01-06 21:53:40

Third POV

Sebastian was sprawled on the leather sofa in the private room of the bar, drinking heavily and smoking weed, talking nonsense and doing silly things to fill the emptiness that had taken root inside him.

"It is what it is, guys. Let's bring some fun here," he laughed while he was filling his glass with more Bourbon.

The room was dimly lit with expensive lamps casting warm but artificial shadows on the dark wood paneling, empty bottles of premium whiskey scattered on the low glass table, an overflowing ashtray full of half-smoked joints, the air thick with sweet smoke and the sharp bite of alcohol that clung to everything.

He laughed at his own stupid jokes, voice slurred and rough from the mix of drinks and smoke, making exaggerated gestures with his hands, telling stories that didn’t make much sense, trying desperately to drown the pain and guilt in noise, haze, and distraction.

Ross was right beside him, wearing a tiny tight dress that clung to every curve of her body l
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