Aug 09, 2010 21:09
Another year gone by and yet another birthday that hadn't seen a party.
Not that he cared. Not that he had smoked two joints to try and forget it. Not that he was currently drowning in a bottle of home made moonshine.
The sun was setting, and he sat quietly in the sand, watching the waves roll in and then out. Linus rested his chin on his knee, and Logan scratched the animal gently behind the ears as the large golden retriever let out a soft whimper.
Lifting the bottle he took another deep drink, chugging the bottle even as it burned the back of his throat and made his stomach ache. He drank until he couldn't drink any more, and he coughed as he put down the nearly empty bottle.
"New year, new life- And this is the same as it ever was," he told the dog. "I guess at lest here a few people actually remember my birthday."
But no one ever bothered to throw him a party. No one. Not even Jack.
"Whatever, it's all bullshit anyway," he muttered, clearly drunk as he lay back in the sand and stared up at the darkening sky.
joe dick,
jack harkness,
logan echolls-harkness