you're losing all your highs and lows [closed]
Characters: thewarisover and alldesires.
Location: Bitch's Brew Bar.
Rating: PG13/R, you never know with drunken shenanigans.
Time: TBA when I actually go and figure out a good date.
Description: Greed is attempting to cope with being separated from his possessions. Roy's lost his own share of buddies, and they happen to come to the same place to get away from their problems.
It wasn't the first time he'd been to this particular bar, but it was the first time he'd been since he'd taken a job at Northern Lights. After all, he had access to the bar there whenever he wanted, and as long as he kept the drinking to a minimum, he didn't have to pay too much for it.
But even the guy he worked for was gone, now. It wasn't too big a deal, really... he hadn't had the chance to know him very well outside his job. But what was a big deal was his world, and anything or anyone that had to do with it. It had been practically in the palm of his hand, back when BREW decided to cut in. He wanted it, oh, how he wanted it. But he was stuck here, with what meager possessions were left him.
But now he had nothing.
No- not nothing. He could never have nothing. But those three. They'd been sent back, and he was still stuck here. It was as if someone had cut the strings holding him together. Like the time he'd regained his memories. His chest ached; the perpetual emptiness there gnawed at him. He wanted. But everything he wanted right now was back home. It drove him absolutely insane sitting around in his apartment, alone, wanting to go home and take back what was his and being powerless to do anything about it.
Back home, he'd never been drunk. A bit tipsy at the most; his enhanced body wouldn't allow for anything more. In Death City, he was finding it a convenient way to distract himself. He'd gone in and sat at a table by himself, then went straight for the hard liquor, looking to get drunk quick. He'd seen plenty of idiots pass out from drinking too much in the past. Wouldn't that be nice.
Location: Bitch's Brew Bar.
Rating: PG13/R, you never know with drunken shenanigans.
Time: TBA when I actually go and figure out a good date.
Description: Greed is attempting to cope with being separated from his possessions. Roy's lost his own share of buddies, and they happen to come to the same place to get away from their problems.
It wasn't the first time he'd been to this particular bar, but it was the first time he'd been since he'd taken a job at Northern Lights. After all, he had access to the bar there whenever he wanted, and as long as he kept the drinking to a minimum, he didn't have to pay too much for it.
But even the guy he worked for was gone, now. It wasn't too big a deal, really... he hadn't had the chance to know him very well outside his job. But what was a big deal was his world, and anything or anyone that had to do with it. It had been practically in the palm of his hand, back when BREW decided to cut in. He wanted it, oh, how he wanted it. But he was stuck here, with what meager possessions were left him.
But now he had nothing.
No- not nothing. He could never have nothing. But those three. They'd been sent back, and he was still stuck here. It was as if someone had cut the strings holding him together. Like the time he'd regained his memories. His chest ached; the perpetual emptiness there gnawed at him. He wanted. But everything he wanted right now was back home. It drove him absolutely insane sitting around in his apartment, alone, wanting to go home and take back what was his and being powerless to do anything about it.
Back home, he'd never been drunk. A bit tipsy at the most; his enhanced body wouldn't allow for anything more. In Death City, he was finding it a convenient way to distract himself. He'd gone in and sat at a table by himself, then went straight for the hard liquor, looking to get drunk quick. He'd seen plenty of idiots pass out from drinking too much in the past. Wouldn't that be nice.