Post by Arlyn Elliot Valentine on Feb 26, 2013 11:15:05 GMT -5
Arlyn sat at the bar of the muggle downtown bar, having spent a lot of his time there in his years, hell this was where he had spent a lot of his off time with his other army mates when they'd be on their leave. A muggle bar for a muggle soldier...well, ex-soldier. The bar felt so empty without all of his other comrades who were currently still serving their time overseas, and Arlyn would never be able to go back and join them. He had his time, he had served and done his duty and now he was useless, just another broken marionette to be thrown into the furnace to make way for better and new models.
Licking the line of salt off the back of his palm, throwing back the shot of tequila and biting into the slice of lime he had been given Arlyn felt his body shiver at the explosions of sour, salty and the taste that was uniquely tequila in his mouth. Motioning toward the bartender for another shot he just stared at the metal counter top of the bar, seeing the reflection of his hard and old face staring back at him. If you looked at him you'd never think he was into his early thirties. With his body in it's current battered state and the deep frown lines in his face you'd think he was nearing forty instead.
Taking the next shot he downed it again, letting out a chuckle at it all. He was just thankful that when he stumbled home (literally) the kids wouldn't be there for once, they were over at Garrett's visiting their cousins for a sleep over. For that Arlyn was grateful for, he didn't have to worry about waking up the next morning with no recollection of the night before and seeing the angry hand marks which were on his son's face. That broke his heart everyday but no matter how much regret sunk in Arlyn just couldn't stop the cycle that recurred every day. Wake up, take pills, drink, eat, drink, drink, drink, take more pills, piss, drink, drink, eat, shit, drink, vomit, and finally the best part being to pass out. That was how it worked.
Looking about the bar, Arlyn was surprised to see a familiar face, his frown deepening as he looked at the face. He knew him from somewhere, he just couldn't pin point where he had... "Do I know you?" Arlyn asked, he probably did know him, but the alcohol took a bad beating to his memory bank sometimes so Arlyn had many days where he didn't remembered what happened at all.
Licking the line of salt off the back of his palm, throwing back the shot of tequila and biting into the slice of lime he had been given Arlyn felt his body shiver at the explosions of sour, salty and the taste that was uniquely tequila in his mouth. Motioning toward the bartender for another shot he just stared at the metal counter top of the bar, seeing the reflection of his hard and old face staring back at him. If you looked at him you'd never think he was into his early thirties. With his body in it's current battered state and the deep frown lines in his face you'd think he was nearing forty instead.
Taking the next shot he downed it again, letting out a chuckle at it all. He was just thankful that when he stumbled home (literally) the kids wouldn't be there for once, they were over at Garrett's visiting their cousins for a sleep over. For that Arlyn was grateful for, he didn't have to worry about waking up the next morning with no recollection of the night before and seeing the angry hand marks which were on his son's face. That broke his heart everyday but no matter how much regret sunk in Arlyn just couldn't stop the cycle that recurred every day. Wake up, take pills, drink, eat, drink, drink, drink, take more pills, piss, drink, drink, eat, shit, drink, vomit, and finally the best part being to pass out. That was how it worked.
Looking about the bar, Arlyn was surprised to see a familiar face, his frown deepening as he looked at the face. He knew him from somewhere, he just couldn't pin point where he had... "Do I know you?" Arlyn asked, he probably did know him, but the alcohol took a bad beating to his memory bank sometimes so Arlyn had many days where he didn't remembered what happened at all.