[ he's blinded by his own stupid actions just long enough for david to land a hit square in the face and then stumble as he's shoved, finally landing on the floor fully, managing to avoid being flat on his back just by right of how small the room is.
he snarls something unintelligible and snatches at what should be david's shirt, but there's no shirt. fingers claw at david's skin, across the scars, and then his hand recoils like it's been burned and he grabs for david's head instead. at his hair, maybe. something to drag him down. try to bash his face against the wall, the floor. anything.
now's the time the drunkenness settles in, and he can feel it dragging him down. he's better than this. he has to be. has to be. evan tries to lunge off the floor to tackle david one more time. ]
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he snarls something unintelligible and snatches at what should be david's shirt, but there's no shirt. fingers claw at david's skin, across the scars, and then his hand recoils like it's been burned and he grabs for david's head instead. at his hair, maybe. something to drag him down. try to bash his face against the wall, the floor. anything.
now's the time the drunkenness settles in, and he can feel it dragging him down. he's better than this. he has to be. has to be. evan tries to lunge off the floor to tackle david one more time. ]