He was slumped over in a heap on his bar's counter top. He held tightly onto a wine bottle, two more shattered on the floor beneath him. There was a silence in the room that made the man's soft giggling more apparent. Soon, he slowly picked himself up with a sombre expression on his face.
"It isn't fair… He's just so cute with his blond hair and purple eyes and his cute accent…" he said, sniffling afterwards. His reddened eyes moved over his surroundings in his home, all of them worn down and old. He sat in the darkness, with only the light from a lone lamp as his only comfort.
"I love him so much," he whispered with a slur, moving a hand to his hair. He stopped himself when he caught the bottle of wine spilling everywhere as he moved. He raised the bottle to his lips, threw his head back, and chugged the violet liquid down. In a swift motion he pulled it back and shook his face, his face twisting as he gasped out. "Ahh, I love this wine. It tastes better after so many beers… And I feel… happy."
He looked up into the abyss, and the man broke down crying. "He lied to me. H-he said so many lies," he choked out, tears streaming down his face. He cried into the bend of his elbow, setting the bottle of wine down haphazardly. After five minutes of tears, he whispered, "I'm not drunk enough." After grabbing the bottle he chugged it all down, wincing afterwards with regret.
In a minute, he began giggling madly. He flung the bottle across the room where it shattered against a taupe wall, the man just laughing the whole time. "I'm soooo fine now!"
He got up in a drunken stupor, unsteady and bubbly. After taking a few steps forward, he collapsed in a heap on the floor. Even still, the man never stopped laughing. "I'm so fucking happy!" he screamed into the darkness.
He still continued to giggle while he tried picking himself up off the ground, only managing to slump against his bar. The man tried once again, finally succeeding in forcing himself up onto the barstool whilst he laughed. He reached out onto the bar top and grabbed another bottle of red wine before he slipped off and fell. He bit down on the cork and yanked it out, spitting it out at nothing. He took a swig from it before resuming his giggling fit, a few stray tears escaping his eyes.
"Who'm I kidding? He's my friend. What's wrong with me?" he whispered. His laughter became more and more strained as more and more tears began falling. He went back to drinking the bottle of red wine, laughing whenever he put it down.
A free hand went up to his hair and attempted to fix the scraggly mess it was. He messed with it for a minute, his laughter dying down again to giggles. After a while, he stopped and glanced down at the bottle.
"I s-said I wouldn't drink again… b-but I needed to feel happy again," he said, his voice strained. Despite a pained expression, he lifted the bottle up to his chapped lips and took another drink. The bottle was put down again quickly, and the man looked around at the darkness he was in. He looked down at the bottle, and started laughing again.
"I'll be yer best friend, forever and ever. And I'll love ya," he said with a laugh, more tears streaming. dripping He looked down, and saw his hand and forearm covered in blood and several glass shards embedded into it. He started to alternate between laughing and crying, slumping onto his side away from the glass. The red wine bottle broke and spilled all over the floor and the man, the blood from his cuts beginning to increase rapidly. He opened his eyes and looked up at his door, which was being unlocked from the outside. A strained chuckle left him, and he closed his eyes once more.
"I'm so happy I could die… and I think I'd be all right," he whispered. He stopped laughing, but his smile never faded.
The lights came on.
The silence was cut by a horrified scream.
"DENMARK!"