In Times of Need (Francis/Arthur)
Nov 19, 2017 20:40:43 GMT -5
Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Nov 19, 2017 20:40:43 GMT -5
While he wasn't quite of age yet, it wasn't hard for Francis to get alcohol. That's how he found himself sitting in an off campus bar. and not a high class one at that. There were just some things he felt the need to try to drown out, to burry rather than discuss. Besides, he didn't have anyone he could discuss his problems with; not really. Francis was a happy fellow, usually well grounded. But that had started falling apart under his feet.
Downing another drink, he paid his bill and walked out, still sober enough to make it home by walking, but enough alcohol in his system to nub what he was currently feeling. He knew if he could just make it another few hours, he be able to be back to his normal self. It was hard when yu saw how happy your ex was without you... knowing /that/ smile had never been on his face while you two were together. He was happy for Arthur, but he was feeling sad for himself, that he let go of such a good guy because he was an idiot who couldn't get over his best friend.
And that was the other reason for trying to drink himself under the table. His best friend, Antonio. He had a crush on the nan, and he was trying to get over it. He approved of the man's current boyfriend, and would do anything to help the two, but it was another bruise to his hart. That's all he could ever be to Antonio, just a best friend.
He knew he should probably call someone to pick him up, but who would he call? He couldn't call Antonio or Arthur for the previous reasons, and he didn't have his roommates cell number. Sughing, he cut a detour through the park and sat on a swing. Looking down and moving his legs lightly to start swinging a bit, he let his thoughts flow, many that he tried to keep to himself. Apparently this was a night when alcohol had the opposite affect and brought his thoughts to the surface. He was a wreck and he knew it. Problem was, no one else did.
Arthur Kirkland
Downing another drink, he paid his bill and walked out, still sober enough to make it home by walking, but enough alcohol in his system to nub what he was currently feeling. He knew if he could just make it another few hours, he be able to be back to his normal self. It was hard when yu saw how happy your ex was without you... knowing /that/ smile had never been on his face while you two were together. He was happy for Arthur, but he was feeling sad for himself, that he let go of such a good guy because he was an idiot who couldn't get over his best friend.
And that was the other reason for trying to drink himself under the table. His best friend, Antonio. He had a crush on the nan, and he was trying to get over it. He approved of the man's current boyfriend, and would do anything to help the two, but it was another bruise to his hart. That's all he could ever be to Antonio, just a best friend.
He knew he should probably call someone to pick him up, but who would he call? He couldn't call Antonio or Arthur for the previous reasons, and he didn't have his roommates cell number. Sughing, he cut a detour through the park and sat on a swing. Looking down and moving his legs lightly to start swinging a bit, he let his thoughts flow, many that he tried to keep to himself. Apparently this was a night when alcohol had the opposite affect and brought his thoughts to the surface. He was a wreck and he knew it. Problem was, no one else did.
Arthur Kirkland