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Zacharias Smith (unspeakableness) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Zacharias's main mission in the pub that evening had been to investigate the bookcase in the Corner. He'd left several books a few days ago and had decided to wait to take any for himself since none on the shelves at that time had interested him. Some people might secretly or not so secretly enjoy trashy romance novels, but he wasn't amongst that particular crowd. He supposed, as a general rule, there wasn't anything wrong with them; they just bored him. Heaving bosoms and quivering members weren't his cup of tea so to speak. So he'd waited and watched to see if others left anything before finally decided to partake in the taking a book aspect of the case. Or, in this case, a few, which he reasoned was fine because he'd left more than one already. Besides, no one was policing it, and if someone had been, he'd have honestly just gone to the library instead.

After a thorough browsing of the contents of the bookcase and a cup of tea for good measure, he made his way to the bar, quickly paying his tab. He really didn't want to spend a Sunday night hanging out in a pub, and not just because he had work in the morning. Of course, it was better than spending Friday or Saturday night in the pub as, sometimes, he felt incredibly out of place after a certain hour in the evening. And on Sundays, he felt, to be honest, a bit pathetic, as if he had nothing better to do and nothing to go home to. While it was true he lived alone, he liked to think that, for the most part, he had more that he could be doing than spending time alone in a pub, though he didn't think ill of those who did choose to spend in pubs on Sunday evenings. They were just his own thoughts for himself.

Once his tab had been settled, Zacharias began heading out. However, something -- or someone -- caught his eye. He'd seen the other in there earlier when he'd arrived, doing things he didn't think he'd personally be caught dead doing in public (if for no other reason than he'd be terribly embarrassed to be seen snogging someone just about anywhere, even if it were just himself catching it in a mirror in the privacy of his own flat), but he'd also seen more people around him than there appeared to be currently. A voice in his head told him to keep walking, the door was in sight, the man would be alright, someone would make sure of it. And then another voice said, But what if he isn't?

I'm going to regret this, he told himself. I'm going to blood regret this, he continued as he changed direction and walked over to the drunk man. He cleared his throat, several images of just how badly this would probably go flashing through his mind.

"Stupid question, but are you alright?" Zacharias asked. In his opinion, he didn't look that alright, but he figured that was a better opener than pointing out just how drunk he appeared to Zacharias at that moment. Or how pungent the stench was coming off him. Somehow, Zacharias managed not to show on his face that he'd notice the smell, though it did make him wonder just how much this man had had to drink today.