Seth didn't have enough time between the curse and the bottle dropping to the ground to process that the voice was coming from overhead. Nor did he have enough time to move far enough away to avoid the shattering glass. Fucking hell was he trying to maim him? Looking up to his friend he could only assume that is was unintentional.
"Are you drunk?" Seth let incredulously, brushing away shards of glass that glittered the fringe of his robes. Michal wasn't just drunk, he could barely stand if how he was leaning on the railing was any indication. Or the fact he just nearly dropped a bottle on his head. "It's barely nine. In the morning. How are you even--" He shook his head not even finishing his thought.
Giving up he just turned and made his way to the stairs. How had he not noticed. How had it slipped by that his best friend was spiraling into such a mess. Sure he had been distracted, and Michal was being a dick about him getting married, but that--- there was no way he could have known that was an indicator for this. "What is even happening right now?"
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