Leave out all the rest
_{forgetting all the hurt you've learned to hide so well}

It was a typical day and he had nothing much to do in the Griffin. So he had been spending most of his day in his office trying to make sense of it all. He wanted to have this day to do so many other things, but he was the one who was better at this thing so it fell to him. Payroll was the hardest part, and making sure that everyone got the right pay. He didn't need anyone coming to him saying that they had jipped them or kept them from getting their full pay. Also had to do the schedule, which was the most irritating part of it all. He wanted to, he wanted to do all of these things, to go and to be. Life was hard and he was loving the ride but sitting at a desk like this made him wonder how the fuck he had ended up there.

Getting up he left the office and decided that he would come back to that later and went to the bar. Tending sometimes made him feel better about his own life and he couldn't help but smile as he looked around the place. It seemed like business as picking up for the day and that meant two things. A full till at the end of the night and happy staff. Putting on a small apron he wiped down the bar and then hummed to himself as he turned to a man who was sitting there.

"Look like you've had a rough one. Can I get you another?" He asked as he pressed his palms to the top of the bar and waited for a reply.

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[attr="class","tweedles"]Business was booming after the outbreak, with fewer people able to care for magical plants on their own with the loss of their magic. So that was good, in some ways. The flip side, of course, was that Dante hardly had time to sleep between all the orders and restocking to do. There was help, of course, store clerks and other trainee herbologists he'd hired to help him keep inventory and care for their stock, but they could only do so much. After a long day in the shop, all Dante wanted was several bottles of wine and at least 12 hours of sleep. Unfortunately, he could only achieve one of those things and it wouldn't be the sleep. If he was incredibly lucky, he'd manage more than four hours, but that was looking increasingly unlikely, in which case it would be mostly pointless to even try to sleep and he'd be better off experimenting for a while before he had to go back in. What happened to his days of freely enjoying life in the moment? Hell, he'd dated twins for almost a year, simultaneously. That had to count for something, right? Lilly would wonder what had happened to him in the past few months. Because prior to the outbreak, he'd still been carefree and far less stressed. But now he was so drained after possibly several days' work--he honestly couldn't remember how many days it had been and kind of didn't want to. Also, when was the last time he ate?

Dante slumped forward in his seat at the bar with a grunt and a sigh. "You could say that," he chuckled without humor. "Bring me wine. A whole bottle. But not the cheap shit, I'll be able to tell if you do. Also, what day is it?" So he probably sounded like a crazy person, but that really wasn't a false representation so.... Chances were that he wouldn't be given the whole bottle anyway, which was a shame, but Dante could roll with the punches. He'd just keep ordering it until it was gone and then probably start ordering another because it was that kind of day.

[attr="class","rabbit"]359 - @ ALEK - RDJ

♕fai

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leave out all the rest
_{forgetting all the hurt inside you've learned to hide so well}

He had a date that night if you could even call it that. They were meeting in the bar for a drink then going back to his room at the flat for some fun. Nothing that he didn’t already do on the reg, but there was something about today that felt a little different, maybe it was because the lass was someone he ‘used to know’ or maybe it was the fact that he could have seen a relationship with this one, but this was what it had become. Who needed that though? Who wanted that? He didn’t, he had learned that a long time ago; he wasn’t one who needed to be in a relationship, he was just too much. Too much work, too much of a douche, worked too much. He had gotten used to hearing those things so he gave them what they wanted, him without him. He gave him the nights out. He gave them the sex they wanted. He gave them gifts and took them to nice places, but he never let them in, and he never let them know him.

Was that too much? Was he trying too hard? Going too far? Probably, but sooner or later he would find someone who wanted the bad and the good. Or, he would find someone who wanted his money and would deal with his bullshit easily. He didn’t know and he didn’t care right now, he just wanted to enjoy his life and live like the beast that he was. Cracking his neck as he waited for the man in front of him to tell him what the hell he wanted, Alek couldn’t help but be critical of the man and the way that he looked. He could use a little work, like a haircut and maybe some new clothes. It saddened him when he saw men who looked interesting not to take care of themselves.

He asked for a whole bottle and sounded a little put out in Alek’s opinion. Rolling his eyes he got the wine but he didn’t give the man the whole bottle. He knew better than to do that in his own establishment, especially when the restaurant was busy like it was. There were bloody kids there, what would it make him look like if he gave a bloke a whole bottle of wine for himself. He wasn’t told what kind of wine, vintage or anything to bring to the man, he was just told wine. So Alek opened the door of the wines they had chilling and grabbed a pricy (but crappy) bottle of rosé and opened it and poured one glass before giving it to the man. ”Sorry, the policy is to not leave bottles with customers as we have families dining with us this evening.”

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[attr="class","tweedles"]Dante knows he looks out of place in this establishment, what with his day old clothes with obvious creases where there shouldn't be any, regardless of their condition when he put them on--which wasn't much better because he didn't pay that much attention to what he wore. His five day stubble--it was more of a beard by that point, honestly--didn't help any matters either, and he was sure he looked like a borderline bum fresh off the streets but he couldn't be arsed to care. He'd need more sleep and coffee before he'd be inclined to care about his appearance beyond being clothed. If he cleaned up he knew he'd catch the eyes of nearly everyone in this joint, but he was more interested in filling the gaping chasm of his stomach and drinking his weight in wine so.

As predicted, he was only allowed to drink by the glass, which was mildly inconvenient but probably better for his pocket-book in the end. He'd probably only have a few glasses with his meal before drinking more at home and then crashing for half a day, as is his usual MO. It was rose. Probably expensive. One sip told him it was priced beyond its quality but he was too exhausted to cause a scene, and really who could blame the guy? Dante probably wasn't earning himself any favors by looking the way he did and asking outright for an entire bottle when he knew it was a family restaurant and they weren't likely to give it to him. He knew he'd have hated him if he encountered himself like that. "That is perfectly fine," he replied with as much of a smile as he could muster. It probably looked more like a grimace. "I wouldn't want to traumatize the young ones," he added honestly. While he could certainly hold his liquor, there was no telling what he'd do when he was exhausted and tipsy. Probably fall asleep at the table. "Not that I would," he hastily added when his brain caught up to what he probably sounded like. "But...oh bugger. Ignore me, I've not slept properly in days. I'll just have a burger and chips." Keep it simple, because he knew he wouldn't have the coordination to hold a knife and fork well enough for anything more complicated.

[attr="class","rabbit"]388 - @alek - he's so tired

♕fai

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