"All I told you was keep the rabbits out of here, but you do directly the opposite of..." Marcel trailed off when he saw his cousin Victor drinking early in the morning and he halted.
Sure, Victor indulged a few times, but those few times were rare and the somber ambiance surrounding his dear cousin was suffocating. Having known his dear cousin since he was in diapers, Marcel knew instinctively that something was wrong.
Without a word, Marcel dropped down beside him. Victor didn't speak to him even as he picked up the bottle of whiskey and poured himself a drink. Seeing there was another cup, even if Victor didn't say it, Marcel knew that he wanted company and that person was him.
Throwing his head back, Marcel drank his alcohol and he dropped the glass and looked at his cousin,
"What happened?"
Victor halted for a moment before swinging down his drink. He lowered his head and then lifted his head, sniffing,
