It Feels Just Like a Beat Up Truck [open]
Characters: Bahorel and Open
Time: After talking to Max
Location: Keepsie's
Content: Bahorel is wallowing. He saw an ex, THE ex.
Format: Either
[Bahorel sat at the bar, a beer in hand. He didn't get drunk in the city, just hopped in the Camero and drove. The three hour drive helped. He managed to sit in the garage for twenty minutes at the Institute. He knew he was over her, Max, but seeing her dredged up a lot. Too much.]
[He put his head down at the bar, hand on his beer. He may have texted some of the Amis, but he just couldn't even type her name out. Wasn't he over this? He wasn't a kid any more. Ugh, why wasn't he drunk, yet?]
Time: After talking to Max
Location: Keepsie's
Content: Bahorel is wallowing. He saw an ex, THE ex.
Format: Either
[Bahorel sat at the bar, a beer in hand. He didn't get drunk in the city, just hopped in the Camero and drove. The three hour drive helped. He managed to sit in the garage for twenty minutes at the Institute. He knew he was over her, Max, but seeing her dredged up a lot. Too much.]
[He put his head down at the bar, hand on his beer. He may have texted some of the Amis, but he just couldn't even type her name out. Wasn't he over this? He wasn't a kid any more. Ugh, why wasn't he drunk, yet?]