“I’ll buy you the tickets Matt. When d’you wanna be here?” he asked, tilting his head slightly. He opened up the airline website and quickly looked up the times. “I won’ney be sleepin’ t’night so if ya want I can book ya one that leaves at around 5 am your time, an’ you’ll get here at around 8 am my time.” He murmured, wanting to distract himself before he started drinking.
“Thure, that thounds okay to me,” you agree, making a note of the times on a scrap piece of paper. Then you set your pen aside and look at him again. “Y’gonna be okay while I’m packin’?” If he’s not, you can keep the video chat pulled up while you pack. No biggy. You’ll do whatever it takes to help your friend.
“I’ll be okay I guess. Unless y’wanna keep video chattin’ or something..” He shrugs, soon tilting his head a bit. “One sec, I’ll be right back.” He stood up and walked over to the freezer, taking out a bottle of blueberry flavoured vodka, not wanting to just get buzzed. He wanted to be completely obliterated. Soon he made his way back to the computer, opening the bottle and taking a swig.