[Locked] and we can do this until we pass out.
[OOC: PRETEND THIS IS FRIDAY. :|]
Another Friday night in Chicago and Doyle has plans.
He is sat by himself in at the bar of The Crowbar. He likes this place, mainly because it’s Supernatural friendly. There’s also a good atmosphere to the place at on the weekend nights, he loves it. It also plays decent music too.
Tonight’s the first time Doyle’s been out drinking in a few weeks. Since that week that the Rift decided to make believe he was in some happy fluffy world, he’s tried not to drink so often. It was scary looking in the mirror the next morning to find his body still heavily scarred from the amount of times he’d died over the course of that week. Thankfully, the scars are now gone.
But as much as he tells himself not to drink, he can’t stop all together. He needs a few things to make this world easier. Dora is one of those things, chilling with a few beers is another.
So once he’s finished his cigarette he’ll probably have a few more beers, a few more cigarettes and then walk home back to the Tower. That’s what he plans.
Eh, the best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men and all that, huh?
Another Friday night in Chicago and Doyle has plans.
He is sat by himself in at the bar of The Crowbar. He likes this place, mainly because it’s Supernatural friendly. There’s also a good atmosphere to the place at on the weekend nights, he loves it. It also plays decent music too.
Tonight’s the first time Doyle’s been out drinking in a few weeks. Since that week that the Rift decided to make believe he was in some happy fluffy world, he’s tried not to drink so often. It was scary looking in the mirror the next morning to find his body still heavily scarred from the amount of times he’d died over the course of that week. Thankfully, the scars are now gone.
But as much as he tells himself not to drink, he can’t stop all together. He needs a few things to make this world easier. Dora is one of those things, chilling with a few beers is another.
So once he’s finished his cigarette he’ll probably have a few more beers, a few more cigarettes and then walk home back to the Tower. That’s what he plans.
Eh, the best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men and all that, huh?