Benny

Curling around on the surface of the bathroom floor, Benny sits on the ceramic tiles. A hand effortlessly drapes around the toilet seat, while the other extends out to grip a bottle of whiskey. His clumpy brown hair falls into his face, messy and slovenly unmade. A smudged shirt and faded jeans, both from last night's lonely escapade, clothe his body. Dark, heavy shadows outline eyes that appear shallow and blank ; they distract one from the apparent stubble upon his cheeks.

Benny is a mess and falling fast.

Contest--Taylor's Contest;original story;
Word Count--778