That was probably one of the best ways he had ever heard it put in his life. His parents dragged him through shit and, in turn, he dragged everyone else he knew and cared about through shit as well. "I have a little sister. She's around that age too, I guess." He wasn't entirely sure how old she was. Hell, half the time he could barely remember how old he was. "She took off after mom died. Dunno where she is right now." And that was only one of the issues that plagued his mind.
A smirk graced his lips at the last remark, another swig taken from the bottle since the guy obviously didn't mind drinking after him. "On the outside, not so much on the inside." Handsome, that is. His face was the ultimate lie, a farce.
"Eh, you know, the typical story of dysfunction, I suppose." He shrugged his shoulders and took another drink. "Father was half fire demon. Mother had a serious cause of.. fuck. I forgot the term for it. Basically dad beat the shit out of her and me and my little sister and she thought she could change him no matter how many times it happened." He frowned a little. "I hated him. I was so glad when he died. And yet.." He scoffed and shook his head. "I turned out just like him." With that, he took a huge swig of Scotch, enough to nearly make him choke and certainly sway a little on the barstool.
"I killed somebody." He announced, loud enough that it made a few people in the bar stop what they were doing and look in his direction. "The girl I loved got tired of me beating the shit out of her and left so.. I tried to drink and fuck the pain away and... poof!" He waved his hand. "The whole place went up in flames and... someone died." He was silent for a moment before he laughed and turned on his stool to face Fisher.
"So then, get this, I come here because I obviously have control issues and I kept setting things on fire by accident and who's here? Huh? She is! The girl that left me. And not just her, but the guy she left me with is here too. And he's in love with her and she told me that she would keep an open mind but she's off, probably right now, fuckin' someone else!" He paused to take a breath. "Because I was trying, I was really trying, and my fucking mother had to go off and fucking die and I wasn't here to stop her from fallin' in love with someone else."
He pushed himself up to his feet after all of that, swaying a little before he grabbed his jacket and of course the bottle of scotch which was mostly empty by now but still had a few good shots left. He had to get out, had to get some air. It was getting too hot inside. So he started for the door without saying a word.