Entry tags:

!closed, !complete, !log, ~2021 april, ~~luke crain (countingtoseven), ~~owen harper (livingdeadboy)

Who: Owen Harper and Luke Crain
What: Random
Where: Near the college
When: Friday
Warnings: Not likely, aside from mentions of drug use in narrative
Status: Closed

As much as he really was a homebody, Luke didn't like to stay home. Not during the day when Theo wasn't there. Sitting in the apartment they shared staring at the walls gave him too much time to think. And when he sat around thinking, his thoughts went to dark, dangerous places.

When Theo had work, Luke tended to go out and wander around town. He spent a lot of time at the park, but the same thing happened there. Or he ran into literal ghosts, like that day he'd met Xavier. He still didn't know what to think about that, because Xavier wasn't like the other ghosts. He definitely wasn't like the ghosts of Hill House.

Luke banished those thoughts, but then his mind turned to how a drink would help stop those thoughts. Just one drink and he could have a few minutes of relative peace. A hit of heroin would quiet his mind for hours on end. But no. That was the past. he didn't do that anymore.

He sighed and looked around. "Excuse me,' he said to another man he saw walking nearby. He didn't seem too much in a hurry, and Luke wouldn't keep him long anyway. "Where am I?" He'd been walking and had lost track of where he was. It was still better than getting drunk or high.