Who: Malachi (OTA) When: 12:00 am 6/18/08 Where: Bar Status: Incomplete Rating: N/A
He sat slouching in his booth in a semi lit corner of the bar, toying with the lit end of his cigarette on his empty beer mug. "Another one, honey?" He nodded as the waitress took his glass for a much needed refilling. It had only been his 3rd beer, and his buzz was just starting to kick in.
"Peace and quiet, God? Is that so much to ask?" His life had grown hectic lately, and with James racking up all these new stiffs, work was goond and steady, which was good on his wallet, but hell on his body. All the voices he'd been hearing lately were no help either. "One night for my brain to just shut the fuck up...one."
It was stressing him to the point of breaking. He needed a night's release. The frustration within him was rising, and all he could think of was beating the shit out of something. "Sorry it took so long hun, here's your beer!" He nodded at her, returning her apologetic smile. Gulping from his fresh pitcher, he leaned back. took another deep drag, letting the menthol coat his lungs, and waited for the alcohol to numb his brain.
"At least tonight I'm outta that fucking house...I don't care what happens tonight."