Drinking away the pain...(Logan; random pairing post)
Who needed love anyway, right?
Well, Edward did need love, despite what he wanted to allow himself to believe, and he was of course only human. Humans had needs and love was one of them unfortunately.
While he missed Jonathan terribly, Edward had kept the pain at bay by being intoxicated almost all of the time he'd been able to get to a bar or some place with access to alcohol since the time he'd left Stark Tower. He'd only been at the Tower long enough to walk Enigma home, and stop in for a minute to say hello to Timmy, his robotic grandson, but of course Enigma had tempted him with a minibar and that had been the start of the party.
That was how Eddie found himself at Purgatory, one of the few places that looked remotely tolerable despite the clientele. He didn't care who was drinking there, they could've been zombies and Eddie wouldn't have noticed or minded. All he cared about was getting completely drunk and not feeling a thing anymore.
He had managed to get through the bouncer at the door, the tiny, pretty little thing that was dictating who went in and who she turned away, making a bee line for the bar once he was inside. He didn't care much for the music, but once he'd had a few drinks the music had become only a buzz in the background.
His head swam, but he felt a little better, keeping to himself as he sat alone at the bar, curled almost against the counter itself, a shell of the man he usually was.
Why did love have to be so hard? He hated it when things got complicated.
He took another sip of whatever the bartender had given him, not really caring what it was, and set the glass down on the counter, before taking a slow glance around at the patrons that surrounded him. It was almost like a dream, the way the people moved, or maybe he was just too drunk to remember what reality was.
It didn't matter. All that mattered was he was finally beginning to feel better.
Finally.