Snippet #1486115

With a snort, Asher didn't even look to his wife as she scolded him. Instead, he was focused on getting his jar open which contained his precious intoxicants. His lip twitched in frusteration as he found himself unsuccessful due to his constantly shaking hands. Just before Cheyenne left the room, he finally glanced over his shoulder with a narrowed, irritated gaze.

"Oh, fuck off." Was all he retorted with. Asher was never a man of much words in the mornings- not atleast until he was under the influence of some chemical or plant.

Shaking his head as she stormed off, he mumbled a venom-laced "Fuckin' bitch..." before turning his attention to the many other contents of his drawerer. If cannabis was going to be an issue this morning, he'd turn to other things. Like that little bag of pink pills he found under an old photo album of his. He began to search his cloudy mind for the identity of the drugs- he made so many pills he often forgot which was which. After a moment, he shrugged, grabbed two out of the bag and popped them in his mouth. After that, he stood up, taking a long minute to stretch before digging through his piles of clothing for something to wear that wasn't covored in blood or other bodily fluids.

He settled for a plain black t-shirt and some tattered jeans, far from clean. Not like Asher really cared much, his mind was already spinning into a state of ectasy. He grabbed his pack of cigarettes and lit up another one. He lowered himself to a seat on his bed- he'd take a moment to himself before he faced his family, as he liked to do almost every morning.

Cyrus entered the kitchen with a rare smile on his features. It was odd to see the man in such a good mood- lately, though, it seemed it was almost hard to anger him. The announcement of Sydney's pregnancy had put him in high spirits.

"Morning, ladies." He said as he entered, piercing gaze landing almost immediately on his wife, his smile spreading just the slightest. He then looked to his sister as he brought himself to a chair beside Sydney, "Smells delicous as always, Cherry."