bountied (bountied) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-08-19 21:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | open, sam oliver |
Who: Sam Oliver and OPEN
What: Sam's being depressed and melodramatic.
When: Evening
Where: MacArthur Park
Status/Rating: Incomplete/PG13
"And another one for me." Sam ran a hand through his hair as he lifted the can of beer to his lips. "Which means I'm getting too good at this."
He picked up that night's vessel from the ground and tucked it underneath his other arm. It was a teddybear, which looked perfectly wrong in conjunction with the beer he held in his other hand and the vodka next to his feet. He was pretty sure public drinking was actually illegal in public parks like this, but as to how much he cared was currently very much in question. His back hurt from being thrown around by that night's less than awesome escaped soul from hell and the alcohol numbed that along with the knowledge that he was, somehow, getting better at this job.
Sam took another gulp of beer before dropping the can next to the bench he was sitting on. He grabbed at the vodka bottle next, dropping the vessel onto the free seat. The bear was glowing at him and he wondered if he would be hearing pleas for clemency . He wasn't in the mood for mercy, not when he was getting himself into a good brood over the fact that he was beginning to accept what his life was. That didn't seem like something to get into a mood over, but it was.
He'd been here so long now. Not having to do any work besides catching escaped souls; it could take a toll on a person and it was. He missed Ben and Sock and Andi. Hell, he even missed Ted and the 'Devil'. At least his 'boss' at home had shown up and kept him company in that odd way of his, even if he hadn't appreciated it then. Sam took a swig from the bottle and sighed. All he wanted was a little break before dropping off the vessel. Before the next soul.
Staring at the glowing bear, Sam shook his head. "Shut up," he said clearly.