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Something reeked.

Duncan groaned, eyes opening to the flickering of a light bulb on its last legs. Recognition struck him; right, he should've replaced the damn thing ages ago. But he'd needed to spend the money on other shit, or else people would start to suspect something. Now, lying on the floor on his back, he couldn't remembered what he'd bought - or why he was home. 

The room was stuffy, overlaid with a grey veil. Smoke. Not the kind that meant there was a fire, though the way teachers kept jumping on his case over a single cigarette made it seem like this smoke was even worse. Something rolled on the floor, bumping against the side of Duncan's head. Annoyed, he sat up and swiped the empty bottle from the floor. [color=0099aa]"That fucking geezer..."[/color]

He stood, and found another bottle. Then another, and another a little ways away. Somewhere along the way, he'd gotten a bag in his hand. The bottles clanged as they fell in. There was some money in them, at least; maybe he [i]could [/i]finally replace that light bulb.

[color=0099aa]"Dad!"[/color] Duncan shouted, annoyed, voice higher than he expected. He wandered deeper into the house that seemed to grow larger with every step. His vision was dark at the edges, obscuring all the details that didn't matter - and even those that did. His father, as he appeared in the doorway, was nothing more than a dark outline. At the sight of him, Duncan stopped. He couldn't remember why he'd tried to find him so badly. Usually he avoided the old man when he smelled like this.

He took a quick step back, and with a blink, everything went black - then grey. He didn't smell the alcohol anymore, just the smoke. And this time, somewhere in the pit of his stomach, he felt fire.

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Wherever Duncan's unconscious body lay, he stirred. His fingers moved even before his eyelids did, fumbling around as if in search for something. He had no idea how much time had passed, where he was, or with who. He'd barely realized he was still alive. 

But he did know he needed a drag, and [i]bad[/i].
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