Ace Fukuhara|| Big House
Ace woke up sober, with a throbbing headache. He must’ve drank too much the day before, as headaches never happened to someone like him. Ace looked around and frowned. His favorite drink wasn’t anywhere near him, and that was the drink that got him plastered fast. Ace usually kept cans of beers around at times like this, God I hate waking up like this, he thought, as he rubbed his head. Ace grabbed about 4 cans of beer and chugged them down one by one. Knowing that it wouldn’t be enough, he grabbed two more for the way down to the big house. Apparently the demigods had been called in for a meeting, and Ace just hoped he would be at least drunk by then. Sliding off of his bed, Ace crawled into something stylish even though he could hear the rain plummeting down. Even if he was just a stupid alcohol addict, he still knew how to dress right.
Ace grabbed his two cans of beer in one hand, and carried his lanky 5"11 frame out of the cabin. The rain was coming down hard, but that didn’t stop Ace from walking as slowly as he could. The alcohol was taking a while to kick in, and he was absolutely not going to talk to anyone when he wasn’t either drunk or hammered. Ace popped open another beer can and chugged the whole thing. As he walked into the big house, he threw it into the nearest trash can. Now holding only one can, Ace sat down anywhere. Even if they were supposed to be at their cabin tables, he wasn’t going to sit alone. He held his head on his palm while he waited for the alcohol to take effect, hoping nobody would actually care to talk to him while he was sober like this.
@BlackBlood - Austin