Who: Gordon Malloy and David Rose What: One of them is being emo When: Friday evening Where: Wheelhouse Bar Warnings: TBA Status: Closed/On-going
Gordon wasn't entirely sure how he felt about the cruise. On the one hand, totally fascinating. On the other? Surprisingly isolating, considering he knew absolutely nobody in town -- well, aside from Pamela. He'd spent most of his time forcing himself to get out, because wasting an opportunity was just stupid, but home had never been far from his thoughts.
He'd also been making the rounds of the bars, because of course he had. Drinking made him care just a little bit less about how utterly isolated from home he was. About how much it hurt to have watched his best friend die. About what he was going to do with himself.
And not just in terms of a job, either. He knew, rationally, that he couldn't be miserable forever. That he needed to start making a life, even if it was a quiet one. Because he knew the rules. Keep your head down, don't make waves, don't be noticeable. Stay away from people as much as you could. He could manage most of that, but staying away from people kind of wasn't going to happen.
He'd spent most of the evening in the Wheelhouse Bar, having convinced them to let him take over the piano for a while. Doing that meant he could focus on something that wasn't the trauma of his life. After a while, though, he stepped away and headed for the bar. Because in true Malloy fashion, the solution to all life's problems was now going to involve alcohol. It always did, after all, it was just a matter of when.
Gordon accepted his beer from the bartender with a nod and a murmured thanks. Drink in front of him, he was quickly lost in his thoughts again.