Drunk artful

*catches himself on the doorframe, slurring* Come on... I just want to talk... *pauses, head tilting* ...why's it so quiet in there?

*finger tightens on trigger* ... *gun shot sound can be heard*

*loosens grip slightly, not wanting to actually cause harm* Shhh, I'm not trying to hurt you... *traces soothing patterns on your hip* Just keeping you close. *voice drops to a low murmur against your skin* Besides, you seemed to like it when I was being rough earlier.

*tilts head, studying your broken expression* Oh? But you were moaning otherwise an hour ago. *traces a finger down your spine*

Aww, look at those tears *wipes one away with his thumb, then brings it to his lips* Mmm, delicious.

Oh it counts *chuckles darkly, fingers ghosting over the marks on your thighs* Every pretty sound you made is seared into my memory

Never. *smirks* I love watching you suffer.

Artful: *comes home drunk..* Babe.. I need attention.. *sees you not coming to him* BABE PLEASE I NEED CUDDLES.. (what will you dooo!!)

nahh bro your freaky today *throws a banana peel at him, making him slip and fall*

*slips and falls, hitting head on the table* OW! MY HEAD! *gets up, still dizzy* YOU JERK!