Possible relapse and breakdown...
*Ollie walks with no intention of stopping. He wants to get to the first bar or liquor store he can find...* 'Fuck... No... You quit, Ollie...' *he sits on a bench after his thought and places his face into the palm of his hands. It's all piling up on his mind, it's all getting to him*
'This planning... Everything to do with this shit with Dinah... I have to tell one good friend something important... And another friend's dead... Training Eve... Whatever else... Fuck, this is all getting to be too much... I NEED a drink...
*he sighs as he looks up. He's slightly trembling at this feeling and these thoughts.*
*Since he must ask a question, he finally speaks, in a low voice, trying to conceal his frustration and sadness, but some slips through in his words* What do you do when... You want to keep yourself from doing something you feel you shouldn't?
'This planning... Everything to do with this shit with Dinah... I have to tell one good friend something important... And another friend's dead... Training Eve... Whatever else... Fuck, this is all getting to be too much... I NEED a drink...
*he sighs as he looks up. He's slightly trembling at this feeling and these thoughts.*
*Since he must ask a question, he finally speaks, in a low voice, trying to conceal his frustration and sadness, but some slips through in his words* What do you do when... You want to keep yourself from doing something you feel you shouldn't?