Who: Psyche and Kurt. What: Two free beers. Where: Nyx. When: 9 PM, Thursday.
His past had the utmost decency to haunt him anywhere, everywhere. Sometimes, something tangible, like his own face or an article in the Chicago Tribune, on other occasions a badly prepared Sfinci di San Giuseppe. It made him wistful for the old days. The days before he'd opened his big fat mouth and put his life into even morejeopardy.
People like Lydia made him miss home and the people he'd left behind there. Never his mother, never his stepfather or his real father who could go to hell for all he cared, but he missed the few people who didn't want to put a bullet in his brain pan in exchange for his betrayal. People he was comfortable with and didn't have to hide anything from. People who called him by his given name. And even if he had only met his kid on very brief moments, he missed him as well. But he was safe. That was all that mattered. And his 'family', they were getting what they deserved, one by one.
All he could do, was to try get on with his life, but that didn't mean he wasn't allowed to get into a state of blue for brief moments, while nursing a glass of scotch and listening to jazz greats. But when his usual patrons had begun to drizzle in, he slowly shook himself out of it, put on his best 'Kurt' mask and gave the honors to his bartender. After throwing him a witty last remark (don't burn down the place), he set out for Nyx.
Yeah, okay. Not his exactly his to go-to-place, but it'd do. Free beers. "Hello. Are you Tobias?" He asked as he sat down on a bar stool.