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Post by Arlyn Elliot Valentine on Mar 2, 2013 22:24:22 GMT -5
Arlyn sat at the bar at the Leaky Cauldron, his hands nursing a bottle of beer, tonight he was going to take it easy. Well, he hoped he would, he always told himself when he was drinking to take it slow but then by his second drink he would be sculling shots. It was a bad habit but Arlyn couldn't help it, it was just his natural defense mechanism to help him forget, to numb the pain and the heart ache, to dull his senses so he could feel oblivion. The battered and scarred male couldn't deal with all his issues so he drowned himself in the drink to forget and loose himself to nothingness.
Drinking was an escape, so were the pills; together though it was incredible. There was no better feeling than the numbness which came to him when he was able to drink, the only side affect was the memory loss and, the unfortunate anger issues he obviously had but remembered. It was there though, the evidence was the angry bruises which would cover his son's face the day after he would wake from his drunk stupor and his regret would show through with his tears of shame. Blair and Maddalyn still would tell him how much they loved him though, even with his actions his children still loved him so dearly it pained Arlyn that he couldn't stop his drinking, even for them. He was such a selfish bastard...
Finishing his drink he waved to the bartender to catch his attention. "Oi barkeep, another round down here thanks!" Arlyn called out, his words still normal. It seemed he was only just getting started, he was going to have a long night ahead of him.
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