Austin is already reaching for the bottle before Nick even says anything. He drinks. And drinks. And drinks.
He'd just bargained with a demon for control of his own body. There had to be some kind of silver lining in this cloud.
"I keep thinkin' I'm gonna wake up and realize I was dreamin' about a script I'm readin'. I kept tellin' myself that everythin' that happened was just a fever dream of some kind...but it's not. Not anymore." Austin pushes the bottle away finally, though it's nearly empty.
"I can't go back home like this. Ain't too many people I can count on anymore.
How do you deal with your life when the booze runs out, Nick?" he asks.
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