shane collins (fistsfirst) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-09-02 01:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | faye valentine, shane collins |
Who: Shane Collins and Open to Anyone
What: Having a few drinks at the bar.
When: Tuesday Night.
Where: A bar? I have none specifically in mind.
Rating/Warnings: R. for Safety.
Status: Incomplete.
It didn't matter that vampires didn't exist. Or that his father hadn't really killed Mikey. It was some douchebag he was hanging with in his dream. But to Shane it had felt like his asshole father, Frank Collins, had murdered his best friend. Or rather he let his best friend be murdered.
Then there were pictures. Pictures of his mom who had passed. And his sister when she was little. The dreams he kept having about her and that fire were enough to drive him to drink. This only added fuel to the fire. Katherine was doing an excellent job of distracting him but she couldn't keep him distracted all the time.
His mind kept returning to the blackened house where he used to live. The burned, twisted and broken place where he grew up. And it returned to the twisted, black figure of his twelve year old little sister. He knew Alyssa wasn't really dead. She was home. Home with Mikey but still he couldn't close his eyes without seeing that.
With Michael keeping an eye on his sister, he headed out to the bar on his free night. A different bar than he worked at. Because if he was lucky he might end up in a fight before he stumbled home. Physical pain was much easier to deal with this. It plagued him every time he closed his eyes since he started dreaming and some times it was hard to remember what was real and what was the dream.
"Can I get another?" he asked as the bartender came over to him. "Actually make this one a double."