My Drunken Star _hot_

You’re my drunken star—a little wobbly, a lot of light, and the only thing I want to get lost under tonight. ✨🥂

The man sat down heavily. He smelled of expensive scotch and cheaper cologne. He followed her gaze upward. The city sky was a bruised purple, washed out by the light pollution. There were no stars visible, only the blinking red lights of commuter planes and the distant, hazy glow of the stadium. my drunken star

"I'm not Sam," the voice said, followed by the heavy clunk of boots on metal. A man swung down from the ladder above, landing with a grace that belied his obvious intoxication. He wore a trench coat that had seen better decades and a hat that was trying too hard. "I'm the Astronomer Royal. At your service." You’re my drunken star—a little wobbly, a lot