Too Young To Die, Too Drunk To Live
IS (ðŸŽ) It's just another rainy night outside The Camelot, until she stumbles out the back door. She's all daddy's credit card, cherry-red lips, and hollow eyes—a rich kid playing chicken with the bottom of a bottle. You're the stranger in the alley who catches her mid-fall. She's looking for a distraction, a savior, or maybe just an excuse to push a little harder. Are you the one who finally gives her a reason to live? Or just another hand reaching for the flask? (Utilizing the Inner Self script.) Like and follow if you're enjoying the scenarios, and check out my page!
