pitythetrumper

Vodka. He had a bottle of vodka from Trixa and Freddie wasn't sure what to do with it. Drink it or smash it. Well, drink it. Of course drink it. It wasn't like the entirety of Russia was evil. Even if vodka tasted like horse piss. It was still alcohol and Trixa was offering him a drink. It took him all of a minute and a half to get the bottle, see the note, and decide to head over and knock on her door.

"Hey, you home?" Of course she was home. He hadn't been gone that long, right? Except that it wasn't like he was spending as many nights at home anymore.