Who: Jason (This can be a narrative or OPEN) Ronan What: Is this what rock bottom is? Nah. When: Tonight/Early morning Where: Some bar/alley Warnings: Emotional boys and their alcohol abuse problems.
Jason was pissed off at the world right now. It wasn't really different from any other day but at least he could still find simple things to enjoy. Like his freedom from Rosewood. He just wanted to be away from it all. The lies, the cheating, the deception, the family secrets and drama. But no matter what happened, he was always sucked right back in and that was because he didn't know how to deal with it. He didn't know how to finally let it all go. The only thing Jason knew how to do was run and he couldn't run in Salem unless it was running to Cady's bed. Or running to alcohol and drugs. He was sober. He was sober for what he considered a pretty long time. No, he wasn't going to meetings and he didn't clock his days but he knew it was awhile. It was only at Emily's party where he gave into his temptations and had a beer. Then it was a shot. Then it was about ten shots and after that, he lost count. He remembered waking up the next morning in Cady's bed and the night before was a total blur. He knew he had fun despite the after effects of the morning.
It wasn't a secret among the group from Rosewood that Alison and Jason had bad blood. Jason was a deserter. He deserted his family and friends and in typical Alison fashion, she called him out on it and because he didn't want to deal with it, he called her a bitch and that was that. The truth was, he didn't know what he wanted. He knew he loved his sister - it was his sister. He cared about Charlotte and he knew it was rough on Alison because she disappeared but it was rough on Jason too. He just didn't know how to deal with it and drinking to forget seemed like a better option rather than just talking about it.
So that's what he did.
He didn't know how long he was at the bar. He didn't know how much whiskey he had until he was cut off from it. He didn't know how long the bartender argued with him and put up with his shit until he said he was going to call the cops if Jason didn't get out and Jason didn't know how long he was laying in an alley because a group of guys from inside the bar took it upon themselves to show him what a tough guy really looked like. All he knew was that he opened his eyes as he laid on the asphalt, smelling his own blood and sweat and wondering if this was what rock bottom felt like.
It wasn't. Because his next initial thought was I need a drink.