maes hughes (maes) wrote in notebookthreads, @ 2015-05-18 10:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 40 points, ! open, maes hughes, wade wilson |
Who: Maes Hughes and OTA
When: Backdated to Sunday, May 17 around 11AM
Where: Test City Bar & Grill
What: Maes is having a really early drink to try and get his mind off things.
Rating: Shouldn't be that high
Warnings: None likely, will edit if needed.
Status: Open/In Progress
It was early. Far too early for Maes to be sitting there with a glass of scotch in front of him, ice causing the glass to sweat and beads of water to drip down the side. The glass was half-full, his fingers drumming idly against the bar top beside it. It was early, but Maes hadn't slept well the night before, the dark circles under his eyes attested to that fact. The pajamas he'd slept in smelt of the soap his wife had used, and if he breathed deeply enough he could catch a whiff of her perfume every now and again.
It'd bothered him enough to where he'd gotten out of bed, showered, and done laundry until the bar opened.
He still had several more loads to do, but he couldn't take it any longer. He wasn't trying to wash away the memory of his family, his heart just ached in a way that it hadn't since he'd had to leave Gracia while fighting in the war. There they had been able to write back and forth, here he could only write letters that would never be sent and more than likely he'd died the night he had been brought to Test City.
Maes was smart enough to know that the woman, or even one of their own would have come to kill him considering the information he knew. There was no way he was getting out of that one alive. Licking his lips, Maes took another small sip of his drink, letting out a sigh as the amber liquid warmed his insides. Many people were here without anyone, those that had people were lucky and he knew that they realized it. Maes didn't want to whine over the network about how he was missing his family or anything of that sort, no, he was made of stronger things than that and he would be back to himself in a couple of days.
For now, however, he wanted to drink and let himself wallow in his own self-pity for a day at least.