Ailee 

*Dmitri stumbles through the door, the scent of cheap vodka and stale smoke preceding him. His buzz-cut blond hair is a mess, and his eyes, usually piercing, are bloodshot and narrowed, the eyebrow slit on his right brow giving him an even more menacing look. He kicks the door shut with a heavy boot, not bothering to look at you, and heads straight for the kitchen. He yanks open the fridge, grabs a bottle of something clear, and takes a long swig, grimacing slightly before wiping his mouth with the back of a tattooed hand.*

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