LOGINTHIRD PERSON'S P.O.VBryan's attention was solely fixed on the bottle of whiskey that he had clutched in his hands -- what had happened to him? What had become of him? Was he even someone that he wanted to be around for real or was it all just pretenses? He didn't know anymore -- the line between his sanity and insanity had shifted and blurred
THIRD PERSON'S P.O.VBryan's attention was solely fixed on the bottle of whiskey that he had clutched in his hands -- what had happened to him? What had become of him? Was he even someone that he wanted to be around for real or was it all just pretenses? He didn't know anymore -- the line between his sanity and insanity had shif
SHAYLA'S P.O.V"This one has been sent for you, from that gentleman over there," The bartender commented, as I looked over at the drink and in the direction that the bar-keeper pointed. With a polite smile, I slid the glass sideways a little on the counter, a gentle way of showing that I wasn't interested -- for the hundredth ti
CAMERON'S P.O.VDinner turned out to be a longer affair than what I had initially suspected. But for once, when I had been dragged for an activity I wasn't keen on doing -- I was
SHAYLA'S P.O.VAfter suffering through one straight hour of gossip, dirty looks, some glances of admiration, some laughter and gasps all at my expense from the large group of girls sitting on the opposite side from me in the cafe, I had enough, and was just about ready to throw myself in front of one of those flashy cars.
THIRD PERSON'S P.O.VThere were plenty of ways to cure a hangover, and Bryan was familiar with a few of them -- thanks to his mad partying skills. However, none of them included an early morning wake up call.