Scrambling along the alleyway, Gavin drinks his whisky sculling back the bottle making his way to the end of the wall, station himself back at his homemade out of cardboard; Gavin places his hand on the wall turning around as he leaned against it sliding' down as Gavin takes more sips off of the bottle.
Sitting there mumbling to himself, staring at the bottle, Gavin talked to it. Suddenly hearing a disturbance at the top of the alleyway' Gavin glanced in the distance, spotting...