Succession

That martini was not his last that day. Or the other day. Or every day after that. It would have shocked him how easily alcoholism came to him, had it not been for his genetics, his upbringing, all of his mental disorders, his father’s death, his stupid brother-in-law’s takeover of the company and of course, Gerri.
Roman just couldn’t stand knowing they would never ever be… them again. They could have been happy. And it was all his fault.
All his fault. Everything. Him.
He ruined the world for them. Better fucking ruin himself as well.
Let it all burn.

They were sitting on one of those hipster couches made of wooden pallets, with cushions on top, drinks in hands, looking over the city skyline. Kendall was wearing one of his slutty turtlenecks, Stewy has already taken off his jacket. It was a warm night.
„Remember my thirtieth?“
Stewy glanced at Kendall. „When I fucked you so hard you couldn’t get a word out? Yeah, I remember.“
Kendall stopped mid-laugh when he caught Stewy’s expression. „I like being incoherent with you.“
„Yeah?“ He closed the already minuscule distance between them and kissed Kendall, gently.
All his words turned to mush.

„She’s a million years old!“ Says the guy who’s banging a thirty-year-old (if that) in his eighties. Choke on that one, pop.

Roman doesn’t need any mental gymnastics to like Gerri. And he can handle his dad when they’s arguing in his head. Perfect comebacks, seamless insults, fantastic fucking finishing touches. God, he wants to fuck Gerri. No, it’s worse. He wants to hold her hand, to kiss her in the morning, he wants to make her feel like a fucking goddess.

He just wished he could express all that without sending a dick pic to his father.

„Uhm... Welcome, everyone!“
„I can't bloody hear you!“
„Dad, you're not... He's not connected to the audio. Can I get some help here?“ Kendall left the frame.
„Hi! Sorry I'm late.“
„What the fuck is that?!“
„You look like a coked up rapist from the eighties. Fucking mullet!“
I like it. It's sexy. Tom typed in the chat, visibly to everyone.
Shiv left the call.
„I... didn't mean that. You look like shit. Fuck you.“
„Greg the egg gone wild!“ Roman dropped the phone laughing.
Gerri rolled her eyes.
„I think Napoleon invented the mullet, actually.“
Logan left the call.