Bellamy Blake | The 100 (mademeamurderer) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2017-06-10 06:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, ~2017 june, ~40 points, ~~bellamy blake (mademeamurderer), ~~merlin (morethanblood) |
WHO: Bellamy Blake and OPEN
WHAT: Getting drunk or getting laid, he doesn't care which
WHEN: Saturday night
WHERE: Lou's
WARNINGS: TBD
STATUS: Open/Ongoing
Bellamy couldn't remember the last time he'd talked to Octavia. She was really doing a fantastic job of avoiding him, and he hated it. Without her to watch out for, his life was depressingly empty. He'd never realized how much of his life revolved around her until she was so abruptly taken out of it.
And he hated it.
He missed her. Bellamy didn't let himself get close to a lot of people, because people in his world tended either to die, or betray. One or the other, but it almost always happened. Octavia had been an exception. He could trust her. He knew that. Or, he had known that, before she decided that he was the most evil man she had ever met, apparently.
He'd come here to Lou's tonight looking for one of two things. He was either going to drink himself into oblivion so he didn't have to concentrate on how lonely he was, or he was going to find someone to spend the night with. Meaningless sex wasn't the perfect solution, but it was better than no human contact at all, which were what his last few weeks had been. Yeah. It had sucked.
He was sitting at the bar, sipping at a beer, waiting for someone, anyone, to approach him.