O P E N | Pop's Bar | In progress
Who: 1led_them, O P E N
Where: Pop's Bar
When: Some days after the city shift
Summary: .. He's just going to relax, to have a beer or two and to try and get his mind off of unnecessary topics.
He really ought to be back at the apartment, but being there brought some uncomfortable feelings to his mind - Leviathan knows he's tried his damnedest to dwell on those thoughts - but the past was the sight, the sound, the brush of inclosed space between the walls that once echoed more than just his voice. He didn't mind the ghost that walked down the halls of the apartment he opened it to. In all regards, he rather Fair stay as long as he wished. He owed him so much more than the space. More than the apology that weighed at the tip of his tongue any time he spoke to Zack. But, all the same, he couldn't find it spilling from his lips just yet.
As simple as words were, as simple as they could be, he still could not say them. Not yet.
So he found himself to the bar, taking residency to one of the back booths, with his eyes studying the bubbles that rose to the surface of his tall glass. The beer tasted better than it had before, was it the city shift as well? Or perhaps it was the fact that as long as he's been here.. he's just gotten accustomed to it.
Where: Pop's Bar
When: Some days after the city shift
Summary: .. He's just going to relax, to have a beer or two and to try and get his mind off of unnecessary topics.
He really ought to be back at the apartment, but being there brought some uncomfortable feelings to his mind - Leviathan knows he's tried his damnedest to dwell on those thoughts - but the past was the sight, the sound, the brush of inclosed space between the walls that once echoed more than just his voice. He didn't mind the ghost that walked down the halls of the apartment he opened it to. In all regards, he rather Fair stay as long as he wished. He owed him so much more than the space. More than the apology that weighed at the tip of his tongue any time he spoke to Zack. But, all the same, he couldn't find it spilling from his lips just yet.
As simple as words were, as simple as they could be, he still could not say them. Not yet.
So he found himself to the bar, taking residency to one of the back booths, with his eyes studying the bubbles that rose to the surface of his tall glass. The beer tasted better than it had before, was it the city shift as well? Or perhaps it was the fact that as long as he's been here.. he's just gotten accustomed to it.