Being unemployed meant not worrying about having to wake up early in the morning to tend to some mundane duties. Meaning, he could afford to drink on one forlorn Wednesday afternoon. Although he hadn’t had any trouble making a few friends here and there, he was susceptible to boredom and daily monotonies. Some would argue that unemployment certainly wasn’t something to care about when mommy-dearest and daddy-dearest was currently disbursing all the expenses for him, but he liked to keep his hands busy. He didn’t want to live a completely erratic life. As much as he hated to admit it, some consistency was good.
As he tongued the nose of the bottle, he pondered over possible jobs. Theo had very little plans to remain latent. The moment a woman settled next to him though, his eyes shifted. With a cursory gaze down her form, he was already twisting in his stool. There was a strange pang in his gut, something that could have easily been mistaken as nausea, but Theo disregarded it easily. Rather than dwelling on the almost sickening feeling that formed, he put on a smile and leaned his chin on his palm. “It’s rather early to be drinking, no?” he quipped, his English accent deucedly thick.