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There is a huffy Eric at the bar this evening, sans his Ant-Man suit. His ribs ache, though his black eye is almost fully faded.
He's picking at a plate of nachos, shooting back gulps from a bottle of Rolling Rock, and watching pretty girls at the bar. He's remembering who he left behind, tonight. Abigail. The woman he thought he loved, but now it seems like it was just like Veronica.
Maybe he really just isn't cut out to be a good guy.
He's botherable. In fact, he hopes someone will distract him from all his horrible philosophizing.
[tiny tag: Eric O'Grady]
He's picking at a plate of nachos, shooting back gulps from a bottle of Rolling Rock, and watching pretty girls at the bar. He's remembering who he left behind, tonight. Abigail. The woman he thought he loved, but now it seems like it was just like Veronica.
Maybe he really just isn't cut out to be a good guy.
He's botherable. In fact, he hopes someone will distract him from all his horrible philosophizing.
[tiny tag: Eric O'Grady]