Snippet #1839326

Xander was deep in thought taking slow deliberate sips of his screwdriver. He had already downed more than enough to get him fucked up. He wasn't feeling the heroin anymore, though he was drunk off his ass. He slapped the bartender more than enough to pay for his drinks and started to walk out of the bar. He sighed and light a smoke when he walked out. He stumbled down the sidewalk and soon made it to the hotel. He looked down the alleyway again and saw his guitar still sitting there, "Thank God, I thought you were gone." He said picking up his guitar and headed for the doorway. He sat down on the stoop of the hotel and finished his smoke thinking about what had transpaced since the concert. The heroin(Never gonna do that again,) Cracking Izzies' shell(Harder than it looks,) and the kiss with her(Man what was I thinking.) He didn't regret the kiss, but he didn't want to scare her off. "No, that would be bad. She might hate me if I wanted to move too soon. Then I couldn't finish the tour." He mused to himself.