Always in the Back of My Mind 1/?
Title: Always in the Back of My Mind 1/?
Character/Pairings: Mainly Liebgott/Webster, with Nixon/Winter and Welsh/Kitty and maybe others later?
Warnings: Nothing as of now
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: I mean in in absolutely NO way, any disrespect towards the real men of Easy Company, or the actors that played the roles of them. This isn't based on the legitimate men, just the more fictionalized part from Band of Brothers.
Summary: AU; Liebgott hasn't seen his Highschool friends in five years, and has been invited to a small reunion. He's not too keen on attending, but feels as if he must. He's not in the slightest, excited to see his former friend, the Harvard one with he pretty blue eyes.
A/N: My first BoB pairing fic. Not exactly sure where I'm taking this, but it's definitely going somewhere.Liebgott glanced around the room, the glass in his hand warm from being held by the same person for so long. There were yells comming from all sides of the bar, men just like him, gravitating towards the place where they could drink away their problems, as well as their loneliness within other men's company.
He sighed, staring long and hard at the drink in his hand. He wasn't the kind of man to mingle with others, just for the sake of mingling for a laugh. No. He enjoyed being alone in his time at the bar, where it seemed like the same stool was kept empty every night, just until he came along to fill it up and drink away any hardships he may have had throughout the day. But for tonight, he was actually drinking for tomorrow.
A small class reunion was being held, unfortunately, for his close group of friends whom he had in highschool.
Had in high school, he thought, snorting to himself like it was some kind of rotten joke.
Highschool, the epitome of just about everything frustrating for Joeseph Liebgott.
He took another shot of his glass and grunted, placing an amount of money, he wasn't sure how much though it seemed to be enough in his state of mind, on the counter. The usual bartender, who Joe had become somewhat acquainted with, smiled and nodded him an approval, stuffing the small wad of cash into her pocket.
Liebgott hopped off of his stool, making a small grunt as he did so. He sauntered his way towards the door, his tall and lanky body stumbling from time to time as he placed (or tried to place) one foot in front of he other.
He made his way out into the refreshingly cold midnight air, the brisk cold biting at his nose almost instantly, and pulled out a pack of lucky strikes as he leaned against the outside wall of the bar. He set one in his mouth and lit it, the flame of his lighter making his face the most prominent thing on the street, but only for a moment.
He expelled some smoke through his nostrils, tilting his head back as the smoke wafted into the night.
He wondered how tomorrow was going to be. He hadn't seen any of his friends in years, about five. He didn't really want to, either. He just felt so different from them. They all seemed to have such high expectations for themselves.
Get themselves a real nice job.
Get married.
Have a family…
Go to HARVARD.
He mindlessly snorted to himself as he flicked some burnt cigarette off the end, his mind not wanting to go into that direction as it had done so many nights before, and quickly pushed the thought away. He can just leave those for tomorrow, he thought sighing to himself, if the bastard even comes.
A small while passed, until he was roughly done with his smoke. A small car rolled down the street, a bit shabby and worn looking. It was a soft blue, and was rusting on some edges, making it look like this was the first time it had been driven in a very long time.
Liebgott snorted at it, and flicked the butt of his cigarette in it's general direction, and headed down the street on the opposite direction, his mind a bit clearer, but not as much as he'd possibly have liked it to be.