InsaneJournal

Who: Arthur and Open
What: Arthur trying to make sense of things
Where: local high end bar
When: Monday Night
Rating: Probably low

Arthur really was torn. He knew this wasn't going to be easy, but he didn't feel comfortable any longer. This had become too much for him and for the past few weeks he'd been beyond kidding himself. He really did care for and love the other two, but Arthur couldn't function like this any longer. There was almost a feeling of suffocation, a need to claw at the walls but they were too far out of reach. There was nothing to grab onto in the free fall of things. It was more then enough to get him into a bar on the way back to work.

Having moved as far back into the bar as he could, Arthur found himself a stool and pulled it up to the bar, ordering a martini straight with a twist of lemon. He looked at it for about a half an hour before remembering he should really consider drinking it. Arthur was well enough aware that this wouldn't help his situation, but he needed it. Thinking twelve steps ahead, he'd already scoped out a place across town, a studio apartment of his own. He was going to need to start fresh. The way he usually played it after any job. Though this wasn't exactly a job this time around.

Absorbed completely in the stem of his glass, Arthur had become oblivious to most of the bar and the patrons surrounding him. All he focused in on was how long it was taking a small bead of condensation to reach his fingers.