Who: Jeffrey Spender and Open What: Enjoying a camera crew-free day When: Saturday evening Where: White Wyrm Warnings: TBA Status: Open/On-going
He'd managed to get through the whole reality television ordeal with a minimum of suffering. Alright, so the alien abduction show had been irritating and the conspiracy show had resulted in him threatening to shoot the camera guy and the interviewer. He would've, too, which probably wouldn't have put him in great standing with his job, but he really hadn't cared at the moment.
He had figured out pretty quickly that morning that the camera crews were gone, which had put him in a much better mood than he'd been in the past couple of days. It'd all dragged up parts of his past that he didn't particularly want to think about. His mother's abductions, the conspiracy he'd unwittingly become a part of by working for his father, the way he'd taken that bullet to the face. The experiments he'd gone through, that'd made him wish he were actually dead.
But thinking about it all now wasn't going to help matters any and it certainly wasn't going to do him any good. Solution? Drinking. Not getting drunk -- well, probably not -- but drinking nonetheless. Not the best way to handle something, no, but it worked well enough. Forcing the thoughts away yet again, he finished off his beer before motioning the bartender over and ordering another.