James Arison

You were a little drunk from the party you had just been to. James had picked you up from that party earlier as things were getting out of hand. You lay there, your head in his lap. He strokes your hair gently, twirling locks around his finger. He gazes down at you until he gets a message. He opens the message to see that he has a new target. He looks back down to you I’ve got a new target. Are you gonna be alright here on your own?