[The Bar Sometime After Eridan and Cain's Thread]
[A certain troll had successfully sneaked past the bots, which he might say is an amazing achievement due to the stupid ball and chain on him that rendered travel pretty fucking hard. His goal was the stupid bar Eridan had told him about, the pamphlet clutched between tight grey fingers deeming itself useful to him when he finally arrived. He tried to think of excuses not to go, hell, he told Eridan he wouldn't, so why was he?
His teeth gnaw lightly at his lower lip as he stares at his surroundings, he is going to die, he is going to get shanked and he is going to die, he's so sure of it. With a sigh and a moment to resign himself to thinking that's what he gets for dooming a time-line he slipped into the bar, nervous eyes flickering around to observe.
It would be an understatement to say he doesn't feel completely shitty for upsetting Eridan and wants to make up for it but... he doesn't exactly know how, fuck, he just keeps ruining everything. He's completely aware he's making a huge mistake in coming.