The following is derived from flipping to a random page of a fiction and taking the new line that I see.
Prompt used:
“Get off me! Can’t a man be drunk once in a while? I ask you. Tonight of all nights.”
“Get off me! Can’t a man be drunk once in a while? I ask you. Tonight of all nights.”
“Of course you can. You can de drunk tonight and every night afterwards if you so wish to.” Tristan said in a cool voice and released his hold on Gabriel, who promptly fell down to become a drunken heap.
Tristan did not move or speak, merely kept his soulful glance on the fleshy ball that Gabriel had become, all his limbs curled up around his abdomen, a posture of utter vulnerability crying out for protection.
After a while, Gabriel uncurled himself and glared up at Tristan. “What do you want of me? Why does the world still want me? I don’t.”
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