{.There's a Story At the Bottom of the Bottle.} [Alex Lyndon | Open]
…dammit!
[He flung the PADD across the room and heard it hit the opposite wall with a crack that certainly meant that he’d need a new one. He didn’t quite care so much, though- he was too busy glaring at the ceiling above his bed because it hadn’t done anything.
That conversation he’d had with Linette… sometimes he didn’t know why he even bothered. She got into these moods, and yeah, it hurt. He’d avoided her party because he didn’t want to make her upset anymore than he already had, but he couldn’t stop thinking about it.
Whatever. He needed a drink- as much as he hated the escapist idea of it. So he trekked himself off to the bar, leaving the shattered PADD on the floor in his room.
He’d pick it up later.]
[He flung the PADD across the room and heard it hit the opposite wall with a crack that certainly meant that he’d need a new one. He didn’t quite care so much, though- he was too busy glaring at the ceiling above his bed because it hadn’t done anything.
That conversation he’d had with Linette… sometimes he didn’t know why he even bothered. She got into these moods, and yeah, it hurt. He’d avoided her party because he didn’t want to make her upset anymore than he already had, but he couldn’t stop thinking about it.
Whatever. He needed a drink- as much as he hated the escapist idea of it. So he trekked himself off to the bar, leaving the shattered PADD on the floor in his room.
He’d pick it up later.]