Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2018 8:18:02 GMT -5
Black Eyes Blue Tears
Just fill the glass again
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It was a battle that he fought every day at work, every night when he was overwhelmed but he fought it none the less. He didn't give in, even when he wanted to. Nights where he had freedom, nights like this when work flowed into his free time. He had met a client, a fighter at the Bacchae and now he decided that having a drink wouldn't be a bad thing. That he could enjoy himself and nothing would be wrong with a scotch. Three glasses later he was sitting on the stool, and his feet hadn't yet hit the ground, a smirk on his face.
He had gotten the best of Isolde when they had faced each other, and though his methods had been (admittedly) a little underhanded, he had still won by using her own information against her. She hadn't seen it coming and while it had made the victory even more glorious, he couldn't help but get her out of his mind. The leggy woman had already been driving him mad, but this was something else.
He set the empty glass on the counter and sighed as he looked out over the sea of people. He was honestly shocked that he hadn't had to drag Alfie out of the hell hole, but the hellmouth didn't seem to the man's home any more. Arianna seemed to have pulled Alfie's head out of his ass, and it was pretty cute how they were together, but it made him hate Alfie a little. That had been their thing, their schtick. They were two single men. Alfie was the party boy and Hank was the one who kept him out of trouble before going home to be thankful for his kids. Now it seemed like he was just working and going home. Tara and Parker of course made things worth it, holding his son as he fell asleep made it all better on the hard days but he just wanted something. He couldn't name it ever really, but the regrets that he had about Isolde told him that it probably had something to do with her.
"Another?" He looked at the bartender and nodded before paying him. A voice near by pulled him from his thoughts and he smirked before looking over at them. "Come again?" He asked, not having fully understood them.
He had gotten the best of Isolde when they had faced each other, and though his methods had been (admittedly) a little underhanded, he had still won by using her own information against her. She hadn't seen it coming and while it had made the victory even more glorious, he couldn't help but get her out of his mind. The leggy woman had already been driving him mad, but this was something else.
He set the empty glass on the counter and sighed as he looked out over the sea of people. He was honestly shocked that he hadn't had to drag Alfie out of the hell hole, but the hellmouth didn't seem to the man's home any more. Arianna seemed to have pulled Alfie's head out of his ass, and it was pretty cute how they were together, but it made him hate Alfie a little. That had been their thing, their schtick. They were two single men. Alfie was the party boy and Hank was the one who kept him out of trouble before going home to be thankful for his kids. Now it seemed like he was just working and going home. Tara and Parker of course made things worth it, holding his son as he fell asleep made it all better on the hard days but he just wanted something. He couldn't name it ever really, but the regrets that he had about Isolde told him that it probably had something to do with her.
"Another?" He looked at the bartender and nodded before paying him. A voice near by pulled him from his thoughts and he smirked before looking over at them. "Come again?" He asked, not having fully understood them.
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