#sterling hasn't had one since camping

[chaoticfoxes]

Location: The Hotel Date: Friday, September 17 Time: Post-Game (open​)

Sterling tries not to believe that Colin was right that one night when he said that was the last win they got, but it feels like a bad omen now. He still stands by what he said too and refuses to give up, but if that was their only win of the year, he doesn't know what he's going to do.

It's only the second game. There's still time to turn it around. The Jackals are always pieces of shit on the court. These are all the things Sterling tells himself to try and deal with it, but it's not working.

His stomach is churning with worry, and he feels extra on edge, like if someone says one wrong thing, he'll explode. The only way he can think to deal is to just drink the bottle of rum he brought with him and hope it makes him forget.

With his rum in one hand, thoroughly drank through at this point, and a full bottle of vodka in the other, he wanders the hall of their hotel and taps the bottles against the his teammates' doors, including Wymack's closed one, to try and get their attention.

"Who needs booze?" Sterling calls loud enough that he's basically inviting the rest of the hotel too. "You get the whole bottle if you promise not to fuck up the next game."