Eothain is fresh out of fucks to give. (eothain) wrote in valarlogs,
"Yep. That's why it's better not to deal with it, at all," he replied, pausing to chug down some Dew. "I'll hang out, but damn if I'm going to count on anyone sticking around because I'm going to kick them to the fucking curb first."
People leaving implied they had some connection which made stuff like that suck more, and that's why he tried to avoid that as much as possible. Hookers were hookers, strippers were strippers, drug suppliers were suppliers, and people buying were people buying. A few crass comments didn't mean they were going to bone behind the nearest dumpster, that's for sure. Every once in a while, he'd say something really blunt, but overall, he had stopped caring about life and living a long time ago.
Eothain was also pretty good at kicking doors shut. Sometimes he would kick them right off the hinges, but he found out that was a bitch after a cheap motel stay somewhere in Arizona. Then everyone came in there looking for a deal to go down that night and it annoyed the fuck out of him enough to be all *GTFO BRO* and leave. With his stash. Screw you guys! See ya in the next town.
"You probably got dumped or some stupid crap like that. Here, take this. On the house." He tucked his drink in the crook of one arm and dug into a pocket, coming out with a small baggy of pills. After checking them out, he cracked the bag open and handed her one, quickly closing the bag and stashing it away again. "It's that lunesta shit. Mild hypnotic sedative. No big. Take that and sleep it off, but don't call me in the morning. I'll be passed out and the fuck if I wake up until the shit wears off in the afternoon or if the cops show up."