Chapter 5
Be The Heavy Drinking Seadweller
Violet eyes violently broke open, as the seadweller began rose from his fancy couch. He fell off
the couch and lifted himself off the floor, vision hazy as he tried to adjust his eyes to everything without his glasses.
Reaching his hands around on the coffee table for his glasses, he soon found them...by the sound of the lenses cracking
under his foot.
"Coddamnit! Fuckin lucky I havve a spare." he cursed, and slowly tried to feel his way to his bedroom with
one hand, the other holding his aching head.
His intense headache was a clear sign that he was slowly sobering up. Which was something he
wanted to avoid for the time being. Making his way into the bedroom he tripped and crawled over to the
nightstand sitting next to his bed. He reached and moved his hand around until his hand hit a pair of glasses.
Putting them on, the world came back into focus as much as it could.
Eridan Ampora was a wealthy drunk, who was hardly ever sober. He had began this drinking after a horrible
realization on his behalf, which was after a cold and cruel rejection. Sollux didn't want him. He made that crystal
clear on Eridan's 16th wriggling day. How cruel. Eridan never really could accept it though. So he would waste
away by drinking his away his worries. It made him forget the things that would break him to pieces if he did
remember. And there would be no one to pick up those pieces but himself.
But let's not forget Feferi. Let it be known that she let him down like a diseased cuddlefish that
wanted to eat and hump her think-pan. 'No mercy for for that douchebag' is probably what she thought.
He offered her a place to stay, food to eat, and everything else she could want and need, and all she would
need to do in return was keep him some company as a friend. But nooooooooooo, she refuses his offer and
instead becomes a dancer. For Jack of all people!
He tilted his head back as the acidic liquid burned a path down his throat. If he drank he wouldn't think,
and if he didn't think he wouldn't remember. Eridan had looked at the clock on his nightstand, it was
damn early to be remembering. His tense shoulders relaxed a little as the alcohol started to take affect,
his mind was slowly being swept away as he fell back onto the couch to drink the day away.
Forevver alone it seems...