"He is a drunken, trashy boy."

Gunnar managed a small smile through his drunken haze of anger and frustration, as he slid an arm around Lex. A walk sounded good about now because the problem was he was surrounded by booze back at the house. The Swede hardly ever drank and now all the booze sloshing around in his stomach was causing havoc with his body.

"I want to be with you but----after sleeping this booze off."

The lion needed to take in some air and focus.