[Felix Golding]

rebellion is the only thing that keeps you alive

Felix needed to get away from the house for a little while. Rowan had invited some people over, the extroverted bastard, and they and all of his housemates were starting to grate on his damn nerves. Drinking and talking and laughing. Even up in the attic he could hear them down below, being loud and obnoxious. One of the women Rowan had invited over laughed like a damn dolphin, and he didn’t know how the others could stand it. Hubble had given him big, sad eyes when he'd dressed in his sweats and running shoes and left on a run without him. He needed to get somewhere high up and away from the world, though, and he couldn't take his dog with him if he was going to do that. Hubble had never enjoyed heights as much as he did. His run took him to the edge of the neighborhood before he decided he wanted to grab some vodka for his excursion. His favorite liquor store happened to be downtown, anyway, so that was perfect. It was his favorite because it was always well-stocked, and because the cashiers minded their own business and didn’t try to make small talk. They had to recognize him, he was practically a regular, but none of them acted as if they did. It was great. It was inconvenient to run with a bottle of vodka, so his journey turned into a walk as he scanned the buildings lining the streets for one that looked promising. A rather tall building caught his eye, and when he sidled into the alleyway beside it he was pleased to see that it had a fire escape. That was all he needed. Setting the bottle on the ground, he scaled the side of the building by stepping on window ledges and gripping the jutting trim until he could reach out and snag the edge of the ladder. He gripped the lowest rung with both hands and rode it to the ground with a screech of metal, grimacing at the sound. A quick look around didn’t reveal anyone’s attention on him, so he snatched up the bottle and climbed up to the roof before anyone did notice him. Settling against the edge, so that he could see out over the city, but no one could see him, he cracked open the bottle. He wouldn't get drunk enough to stumble and fall off, he wasn't stupid. He just wanted a few swigs to take the edge off his overstimulation. A few gulps later, warmth spreading in his chest from the alcohol, he tipped back onto the rooftop and lay flat so he could look up at the stars. What few stars he could see in the middle of the city, that was. He missed the way the stars looked way out in the desert, and that was pretty much the only thing he missed about Nevada. Lost in a wave of nostalgia and longing, and a little past tipsy, he didn’t hear the sound of someone else on the fire escape. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- TAG: Katie Graushuper OOC: here we go! Let me know if I need to tweak or add anything.

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[Katie Graushuper]

...and that was pretty much the only thing he missed about Nevada.

He jolted upright from her place on the floor. Katie Felix watched as hands moved up. Black spots danced and suddenly he she felt the pressure on her eyelids for real. That seemed to ground her. A little. One, two, three. He Katie focused on her consciousness and forced herself to look around. What was she supposed to do? ‘Count five things you can see’. Ah. Yes. Her bed was next to her. She’d fallen off sometime during the episode. Inhale. She could see the door that led to the hallway. James wasn’t home, and Katie was grateful for that. Exhale. Her computer was plugged into the wall. She’d been watching a video on burn treatment before she fell asleep. Inhale. A bottle of painkillers lay abandoned on her nightstand. She’d been having horrible headaches all day–or was it yesterday?–and she’d taken more than she was probably supposed to. Exhale. Her window. Cold air sounded really good. Inhale. Katie scrambled the few remaining feet to the sill and wrenched the pane up. Exhale. What was next? ‘Count four things you can feel’. The window sill under her hand. The cold air on her face. Her bare feet on the rug. Katie couldn’t think of a fourth thing. She had learned this calming down exercise a long time ago, and she was pretty sure it was called the 5-4-3-2-1 technique or something. Whatever. Katie couldn’t remember what three was, and two was kinda silly in her opinion. So she usually just skipped to one. Something she could taste. Vodka.

Ew. No. Katie scrunched up her nose. She had no idea why her mind had fictionalized alcohol as being so gross. It couldn’t possibly be that bad or so many people wouldn’t drink it! Katie shrugged to herself and tried her best not to think of this Felix guy. She failed miserably. As far as schizophrenic episodes go, it hadn’t been that bad. Sure, she was woken up in the middle of the night and also was probably going to bruise where she fell off her bed, but at least she hadn’t been in pain. Bright side. Katie moved to snatch her computer from where it was charging. Absently, she shuddered as the loneliness from her episode consumed her. Felix was so unhappy. Katie glanced around the room looking for the leftovers from her dinner. Well, Felix wasn’t really unhappy per se, he was more just not happy in general. Katie found the half eaten bag of popcorn she had been looking for. She knew it wasn’t a great choice for a meal, but she hadn’t been that hungry. Already she could feel Felix’s memories blurring in her mind. She was losing details about him, and that was more than okay with Katie. On second thought, perhaps he, or rather she since Felix was a figment of Katie’s imagination, was onto something with going to the roof. It seemed like a warm enough night, and Katie was willing to try and climb the fire escape. If Katie had been a little less out of it, she probably would have prepared more before stuffing her computer under her arm, holding the bag of popcorn in her teeth and swinging herself out the window. Unfortunately, Katie was more than a little out of it. Katie almost dropped her computer as her feet scrambled to find purchase on the ladder. Okay, not so bad. Hand over hand, she slowly pulled herself up the fire escape. Katie was slightly winded when she reached the top. She struggled to pull herself over the shallow wall surrounding the roof. Finally, her bare feet slapped down on the concrete.

She looked around. Buildings, roof, sky, man, clouds, some scattered stars. Wait–man? There was a dude just chilling on her roof. Katie was dumbstruck for a minute. What was he doing up here?? He lay on his back with a bottle of something unidentifiable set next to him. It didn’t seem safe to be on such a high place at night. Katie realized she really couldn’t be talking, since she was doing the same. Suddenly, Katie became very aware of her clothing. She was in some maroon button up jammies she bought from Walmart the day before. The pants matched the shirt and both had pink lining on the cuffs. Here she was in public (the roof) wearing just her pajammies! She was very glad at that moment that she had forgotten to take off her bra before falling asleep. With that mini-crisis averted, or perhaps just acknowledged, Katie got on with her assessment of the situation. She was relatively certain that going up on roofs in the middle of the night was not normal adult behavior because her parents had never done it and nobody had ever mentioned anything like it. It seemed more like something a moody superhero would do. Katie figured she better say something instead of just standing awkwardly. She started to speak, then remembered to remove the popcorn bag and tried again.

”Whatcha doin’ on the roof, silly?”

Felix Golding
OOc: You're all good! I really liked your post.

[Felix Golding]

rebellion is the only thing that keeps you alive

Sitting up for another gulp of vodka, Felix almost choked on the liquid when a woman’s voice broke through his bubble of peace. Instead of choking he swallowed hurriedly, grimacing at the hot lump inching tight and painful down his esophagus. He clunked the bottle down hard on the rooftop and glared up at the interloper to his alone time. “What’s it look like I’m doing?” he asked, pulling out his pack of cigarettes and sticking one in his mouth to light. “Singing showtunes? What the hell are you doing up here?” He asked around the cigarette between his lips. He didn’t bother questioning who she was, or why she was in her pajamas, because he didn’t really care. He plucked the cigarette out of his mouth and took another swig of vodka before blowing out the smoke and grimacing. Bad idea. That was disgusting. He wished he’d thought to buy some chocolate before he’d climbed on the roof and started drinking. Firmly capping the vodka, he set the bottle aside again, a little further away this time as a way to remind himself not to drink anymore. Especially not now that he had company; he hated drinking around other people. Then again, if the people he was with drank too, maybe too much to remember anything he said about himself, that might be okay. “Want some?” he asked, leaning over and grabbing the bottle to offer. He didn’t know why she was there, or if she planned on sticking around, but he was pretty much stuck there for the moment, since he wasn’t stupid enough to try to descend the fire escape after how much he’d had to drink. He hadn’t meant to have that much but, as a lightweight, it was sometimes hard to detect his own limits. Those last couple of swigs had probably been a bad idea, in hindsight. He eyed the bottle, resisting the urge to gulp down some more, to drink until he blacked out. It wasn’t a good idea, with a stranger lurking around. His instincts viewed women as considerably less dangerous, to be fair, but his logic knew it wasn’t necessarily true. Even if no woman had ever hurt him the way men had, he’d seen what women were capable of. He eyed the woman again, looking her up and down and squinting at her in an assessing way. She didn’t look very dangerous, but maybe that was just the vodka and the pajamas deceiving him. His instincts were less trustworthy when they were lubricated with alcohol, after all. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- TAG: Katie Graushuper OOC: sorry for the wait, every time I sit down to write something distracts me 🙄

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[Katie Graushuper]

Katie wasn’t expecting… this. The man on the roof was churlish and possibly drunk. Katie scrunched up her nose as he lit a cigar. Those were horrible for health, did he have a death wish? She glanced at the bottle of something he had by his side and wondered if those two made a good pair or not. Now that she considered it, this man seemed to share some similarities with her hallucination earlier. Here he was on the roof drinking something that might be vodka and looking altogether quite depressed. She shrugged it off as a coincidence, but still the image of Nevada’s star scape slipped quietly into the back of her mind. Fortunately, his question posed a perfect distraction from that train of thought.

”It looks like you’re having a little pity party on a roof.” she began, ”But that’s alright, cus I’m not here to stop you. In fact, I’m doing a similar thing. I had a… bad dream about a sad guy kinda like you, actually.”

Katie was more than aware that the last bit was a little passive aggressive. But he was being downright aggressive, so she cut herself a little slack. She noted the bottle that was being offered to her. Huh. Well, it wouldn't hurt to take it. She snatched the bottle, making sure to get a good grip. Katie sniffed at the open top. Ew. It smelled just like how she imagined vodka. From the man’s tipsy state and the weight of the bottle, Katie could only assume that was exactly what it was. It seemed really dangerous to her to drink on the roof. She sat herself down, fumbling a bit with her computer. But soon enough, she was positioned with her back to the fire escape, facing the man. She didn’t take a sip of the offered bottle, but rather opted to hold it away from him.

”Look, man, you could do you, but you shouldn’t drink so high up. S’real dangerous. What if you fall?” Katie raised an eyebrow at him, once again a cue to explain himself.

Felix Golding
OOC: Let me know if you need more to work with!

[Felix Golding]

rebellion is the only thing that keeps you alive

The woman took the bottle he offered, but she didn’t drink any of it, just held it. She was already admonishing him for drinking on the roof, like she had any right to tell him what to do. Telling him it was dangerous, like he didn’t know that. Like he cared. Then her previous words finally registered. “Wait, did you say a pity party? Hey, go fuck yourself. You don’t know shit. You don’t know me or… me or my life. Or, or why I’m up here. And don’t even talk to me about bad dreams, okay? You don’t fucking know the half of it.” He glared at the bottle in her hand, wanting it back already. “A fucking pity party,” he muttered to himself, before raising his voice again, getting more worked up about it. “That’s what you think? Why? Because I’m drinking? Is that the only reason you could imagine someone drinking? Because they’re having a pity party?” He was really stuck on that phrase. It had gotten under his skin, and he hated it. He hated her for saying it. “For your infor-fucking-mation I don’t pity myself for all the bullshit. Self-pity suggests a level of self-centered indulgence in ones own misery, a level of regret or sadness, a desire for sympathy. If I fucking wanted someone’s sympathy, do you think I would have come up here to be alone? And I’m long past being regretful or sad about shit. I just wanted some peace and fucking quiet!” He realized the irony of that as soon as he’d said it, seeing as how he was the one shouting, now. “You know what?” he muttered, and pulled his legs under him, trying to stand up so he could climb back down the fire escape and go find a different roof to stargaze on. He only just managed to get one leg underneath him and lever himself up before the world tipped and he fell backwards onto his ass again, scraping his palm on the rough concrete of the roof as dizziness overtook him. “Damn it,” he growled, realizing he was drunker than he thought and wasn’t going to be going anywhere anytime soon. He scrubbed his scraped palm on his pants. Well, if he was stuck, he might as well finish off his bottle. He reached around beside him where he remembered leaving it and frowned when he didn’t find it there. Then he remembered he’d given it to the strange woman in her pajamas. He looked back at her accusingly and realized she was sitting, now, like she was settling in. “Give me my bottle back,” he snapped, like a demanding baby, lip lifted in a silent snarl. That’s what he got for trying to be generous and share his things for once. He should have known better. People couldn’t be trusted. They would just take and take and give nothing back. Like his vodka. People should give back his vodka. How was he supposed to get all numb and turn his mind off without it? ----------------------------------------------------------------------- TAG: Katie Graushuper OOC: Katie hit a nerve and Felix has become belligerent lol

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[Katie Graushuper]

Katie watched the man’s face twist up, and suddenly she regretted her previous comment. The otherworldly feeling the night gave her wasn’t enough to overpower her natural nerves. She’d been so wrapped up in the strange way the man in front of her felt so familiar, she’d forgotten that she didn’t actually know him. It had been just as natural as restraining herself when she admonished him about the drinking. Katie realized then that the strange man on the roof might be dangerous. She’d been so wrapped up in her head, recovering from her hallucination, she’d failed to grasp exactly how reckless she was being. Forget telling him off about drinking on the roof, wasn’t she being just as bad? His rather loud temper brought Katie back from the recesses of her mind. He was right. She didn’t know him. The comment about dreams stung a bit, though. He was the one that didn’t know the half of it. She almost snapped back before catching herself. He didn’t know why she was really up here, and it was her own fault for lying. Logically, Katie knew he was drunk and didn’t mean half of what he said (probably). Still, it kinda hurt. Katie wasn’t exactly soft, per se, but she couldn’t just… forget. She hadn’t been sworn at in a while. Like, try 8 years or so. Believe it or not, Katie genuinely cared about what people thought of her. In some weird way, she didn’t like that this man was upset because of her. It was stupid and probably pretty childish, but she didn’t want to disappoint. So, yeah, maybe Katie looked a little hurt. 

Katie’s whole internal panic collapsed as he started to give her some ‘information’. Despite what he may say, he was absolutely not passed anything. At least, not as far as Katie could tell. People don’t drink themselves silly because they have no regrets or sadness. She did, however, get the bit about sympathy. He wasn’t so wrong about that. Katie didn’t miss the irony when he shouted about wanting quiet. At least he had the decency to pause after that. She snorted as he moved to stand up and fell down in the process. She tried to shoot him a look that said ‘i told you so’ as clearly as possible. He wasn’t getting down anytime soon.

”I don’t believe you,” Katie said, almost bitterly, ”Despite what you may think, you don’t know so much about me, either. Do you think I expected someone to be on the roof? I was thought I’d be alone with the stars,” she paused and said quietly and more to herself, ”Nothing like Nevada…”

Katie sighed and leaned back, holding her head back to look at the stars. They were exactly how she’d pictured them, the little that were present in the sky. How funny. She suddenly regretted the way those last words had slipped out of her mouth. There was literally no connection to Nevada here. That had been entirely in her mind. As a result of her contemplation, Katie processed his request a little too late. Still, she soon figured out what the man wanted by the way he eyed the bottle. There was no way she was giving it back. He was already dangerously drunk, and she was not going to contribute to the problem. She moved it farther from his reach and adjusted so she sat in front of it. Her feet were really cold on the roof, and she was starting to regret not bringing a jacket. She nudged the half eaten bag of popcorn towards him instead, trying to bring back a smile.

”C’mon, you're drunk enough already. Have some popcorn.”

Felix Golding

[Felix Golding]

rebellion is the only thing that keeps you alive

“I never claimed to know you—wait, you’ve been to Nevada?” Not that he cared, really. What did he think he was going to do, bond with some strange woman over having been in the same state at one point? That didn’t sound like a good time at all. “Nevermind, I don’t care, just give me my bottle.” But she was moving it farther away from him, putting herself between him and his liquor, like he would just forget about it if he couldn’t see it. She offered him fucking popcorn, of all things, as if that could take the place of vodka. He scrunched up his face at the thought. “Gross, no popcorn. Vodka.” Then the full scope of her words registered, and he gave her a dirty look. Well, that’s what he intended to do, but his squinting, scrunched face probably just made him look like a confused and befuddled drunk. “I’m not drunk enough, actually. I may look small, but I am an adult, and s’not up to you to reggalate my alcohol conspumtion. You’re not my mother.” He snickered slightly to himself at that last part. The thought that his mother would give a fuck how much he drank was absolutely hilarious to him. No amount of acting out in his childhood had ever garnered her attention, and he doubted anything had changed in the last eighteen years. Not that he would know, since he hadn’t seen her in as long. “Wonder where she’s at now,” he meant to think to himself, but accidentally said out loud. “Prob’ly in some big mansion with her new husband,” he answered himself. “I wonder if she had any more kids. I bet she did. I bet I have siblings now. Gross.” He started to lean back, to look up at the stars again, and abruptly remembered he had company. “Do you have kids?” he asked the strange woman as he sat up straight and stared at her intently. She was acting like a mother or something, so it wasn’t an unreasonable question, in his opinion. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- TAG: Katie Graushuper OOC: sorry for the hiatus but I'm back now! We can wrap up the thread though if you don't want to keep going with it, I would understand.

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[Katie Graushuper]

Katie snorted in a probably very unbecoming way. Kids? Her? It was laughable. This man was very clearly drunk, demanding his bottle back and rambling about probably personal stuff. Seriously, it sounded like he might have some unresolved trauma. Katie supposed she could sympathize, though. Her parents certainly didn’t live in a mansion, but she really didn’t know where they were either. Hold up, was this guy super rich? If his mom lived in a mansion… well, Katie supposed that didn’t have to mean her son was loaded. Plus, the way he phrased it, she guessed his mom tried (tries?) to marry rich. The more Katie thought about it, he might not be so wrong on some of those points. When she thought back to his previous rant, he really hadn’t talked all that much about her. Katie was just glad he’d disregarded her comment about Nevada. She didn’t know how to explain that, no, she hadn’t been to Nevada, but yes, she could identify that the stars here weren’t as clear in the city smog. It did raise an interesting point though, this guy (like Felix) had actually been to Nevada. Weird. Almost as weird as refusing popcorn. Really, who doesn’t like popcorn? But, in the end, he was an adult, and she was certainly not his mother. Katie plucked a piece of popcorn from the bag and tossed it at the dude’s head (she missed and hit him in the chest).

”Me? Ha. I’ve only been on two dates, and both were freshman year. Sorry to hear ‘bout your mom, though. It sucks when parents go: ‘oh this kid is a disappointment, we’ll just try again’,” Katie said the last part in an exaggeratedly posh voice.

Katie grimaced. Stupid mom and dad. She couldn’t help but vent a little. Being on a roof was really putting her off her game. But really, what was this guy gonna do? He didn’t even know her name. Besides, he might not remember all this in the morning. Still, Katie felt a little bad. She didn’t really mean to put that out there, but it just kind of came out. She was angry. (Underneath that she was sad, always sad.) She figured she had a bit of a right to chew out her parents after they pretty much abandoned her when things got tough. The only good thing that came out of her schizophrenia was Avery, and her parents probably would never let her see him again. She missed him and it hurt. Katie recognized that she normally wasn’t so… emotional about this. Normally she’d push it all down. She guessed that being around this guy was stoking the fire. Plus, some bits of Felix were still caught in Katie’s brain.

Katie pushed the vodka back towards the guy, ”You’re right, I guess. Here’s your gross drink back. …What about you? Is there a mrs-rooftop-dweller I should deliver you to when you pass out?”

Felix Golding
OOC: You're all good! We can end the thread whenever you want, but I am happy to keep going!

[Felix Golding]

rebellion is the only thing that keeps you alive

“So… no kids?” Felix asked, squinting in confusion. Freshman year… how old was this woman? Girl?? He shook his head, as if it would help to clear it. She said something about parents thinking you were a disappointment, and Felix laughed. “Is that your story, then? S’alot different for me.” He nodded to himself. That was an understatement. His parents had to think of him as anything at all for them to think of him as a disappointment. He would have gladly taken being considered a disappointment, since then at least that meant they had expectations of him. “I was more like a… like a…” he trailed off, frowning as he grappled for the right words, drunk brain letting them slip through his drunk fingers for a moment before he remembered what he was saying. “A huge mistake!" he said, snickering in triumph as he found the words he was looking for. He eagerly snatched his bottle back when it was offered to him, taking a huge gulp as soon as it was safely in hand. A gulp that he almost choked on and spit out when the girl’s next words registered. He swallowed hard, managing not to spit out any of his precious vodka, and wincing as a too-large ball of fire slipped down his throat. “Fuck,” he gasped to himself at the discomfort, and then he laughed at the girl. “A missus…? Ha! No.” He hadn’t been involved with anyone in years, but back in the day he’d mostly preferred men over women. For whatever fucked up reason… “And I won’t pass out, don’t you worry ‘bout that. I can hold my liquor jus’ fine.” He gave her an exaggerated wink, without really knowing why. It just seemed like the thing to do. “How’ bout you? Got a missus. Or a mister? High school sweetheart maybe?” He snickered again, finding himself funny, though his amusement probably didn’t make any sense at all to her. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- TAG: Katie Graushuper OOC: oh I'm having plenty of fun exploring Drunk Felix, but if you get bored of it at any point I will completely understand lol

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[Katie Graushuper]

Katie wasn’t really accustomed to drunk people. She’d never really had the occasion to interact with anyone under the influence. If this was what being drunk was like, Katie couldn’t understand why anyone willingly drank enough to get that way. Though, Katie had to admit it was kind of fun to watch someone else lose all their filters. This guy seemed to be spitting out whatever came to mind. Katie’s eyes widened a bit when he mentioned, well, that his parents thought he was a mistake. Not only was that really blunt, but it seemed like she’d misread the situation. In some ways, it reminded her of Avery. Her brother hadn’t been a mistake, but his birth had sort of made Katie feel like one. Being replaced (because that’s what it was, Katie could admit that now) wasn’t fun. She’d even lost her temper with Ave once even though she knew it wasn’t his fault. She had never apologized, had she? Part of Katie wondered if there was someone waiting to apologize to this guy, or if he was longing to receive his own words of forgiveness. Maybe that’s why people drank. She winced as the man took what must be a big drink of vodka and promptly choked. She honestly wasn’t all that surprised by his response. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy to settle down. Still, the next thing he did was gaudily wink at her, so Katie wasn’t too sure what to think. He wasn’t hitting on her, was he? Because that would just be so weird. Katie prayed that wasn’t the reason he asked about her romantic life.

”Uh-huh. Well, when you zonk out up here, don’t come crying to me,” Katie warned him, ”A highschool sweetheart, though? Seriously, I’m in my late twenties and I live with a parole officer. Uh, not my parole officer, I don’t have one. Actually he just used to be a social worker and he kinda worked with me when I was younger. He’s not home though, he’s in San Diego for some reason. But, um, I don’t have a man and I honestly don’t have room in my life right now. What about you? Do you have any roommates?”

Katie internally winced; she’d really rambled there. Still, she doubted this guy would care much. He seemed drunk enough to ignore social norms. She shifted her weight and popped a bit of popcorn in her mouth. James was out in San Diego, and he’d been really dodgy about what he was doing. Katie was more upset about him leaving on her night off. She guessed it worked out though, since she’d had an episode and then met this… delightful guy. Not such a bad way to spend a night off.

Felix Golding
OOC: Sorry it's so short! I'm having lots of fun with this thread dw

[Felix Golding]

rebellion is the only thing that keeps you alive

Felix scoffed dramatically when she told him not to come crying to her. As if he would. Then, “A parole officer?” Felix made a face. That was way too close to a cop. “Gross.” He didn’t ask why, even though he was a little bit curious. He might be drunk, but he wasn’t so drunk that he actually gave a fuck enough to ask. She rambled on for a moment, but he was only half listening. Something about San Diego before she was asking if he had roommates of his own. “Ha! Yeah. Too many roommates in fact. Ugh.” His house was way too full, and he was getting sick of it. Then again, if it was any less full, he might be lonely. So, there was that. He was sure one or two of them would move on eventually. Harper and Caffery, specifically. Riley would probably stick around as long as Rowan did. Although he wasn’t sure how long that would be. Rowan occasionally looked for places close to the shop, but hadn’t called or gone to see any yet, so he didn’t seem to be looking too hard. If he ever got the house to himself, he wasn’t really sure what he’d do with it. Maybe sell it and go back to Vegas. The thought of that made him want to puke, though. Or maybe that was all the vodka. He shrugged to himself and took another swig of his reclaimed bottle. Maybe he’d take the money and start over somewhere else. A totally fresh start. Trash his phone and cut contact with everyone. That sounded kind of nice, if not very lonely. The woman crunched away at her popcorn, watching him like he was an interesting show or something. At least, that’s how he interpreted her behavior. He shot her a glare. He didn’t exist to be anyone’s entertainment. He impulsively kicked out at her bowl, aiming to spill it, but the movement was clumsy and half-hearted, and he wasn’t close enough to reach anyway. His shoe brushed against hers instead, and he glared harder and pulled away quickly, as if the contact had been her fault. He scooted back a few inches, away from her, and managed to knock over his bottle in the process. The vodka glugged out onto the roof and soaked the leg of his pants before he snatched it up quickly and righted it, cursing viciously. He was much more pissed about the wasted liquor than the fact that it had gotten him wet. He scooted sideways a bit, away form the wet patch, and cast a forlorn look at it before looking up and fixing the woman with the same forlorn look, sure she’d be just as sad about the waste as he was. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- TAG: Katie Graushuper OOC: sorry for the wait! I've been quite busy 😅

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