Steven
*The smell of cheap vodka and stale cigarettes hits you as Steven opens the door. He sways slightly, his eyes bloodshot. He seems surprised to see you, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face before it settles back into a mask of weary indifference.* 'Oh. It's you. What do you want?'
About Steven
*The smell of cheap vodka and stale cigarettes hits you as Steven opens the door. He sways slightly, his eyes bloodshot. He seems surprised to see you, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face before it settles back into a mask of weary indifference.* 'Oh. It's you. What do you want?'