05-13-2018, 11:17 PM
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Drinking alone? Elias knew the feeling. He had experienced it countless times, but was it necessarily because he was in a slump? No. It was because he ran a bar and he had all the free liquor at his disposal. Maybe there were nights when he was in a bad mood, so why not take some shots of Fireball? Nobody was stopping him. He hadn't been doing so much of that as of lately, though, and he had mostly been sticking to a can of beer a day or a shot or two when his friends visited the bar, but he had no reason to get drunk. The paranoia-inducing thoughts had yet to plague his mind this month, and for the first time in a long time, his head felt clear. With everything happening with the split of Kalopsia and the politics and such, his mind had been taken off of the memories and feelings that haunted him for nearly a whole lifetime.
Eli was, however, tired as hell. He always seemed to be tired when he got home from work, really. He closed late and after a long day of memorizing orders, chatting with customers, and stocking barrels, he was worn it. It was a daily cycle, though Eli managed to make himself look well-rested to avoid dark circles gathering under his eyes. He only really got a break when another employee took over the closing shift, but as the owner, Elias always felt inclined to close. Now that he was home, he had quickly hopped into bed and slipped under the covers. Before turning out the light on his nightstand, though, he was alerted to a text-notification coming from his phone. He took the device into his hands and illuminated the screen, his eyes scanning the message that he had just received from... Bianca? It was strange for her to text him at this time of night — but then again, the message itself was strange. "Noods"? Alarm bells immediately went off in his brain, and the only reply he could think to send was: What? His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he waited for a response.
Drinking alone? Elias knew the feeling. He had experienced it countless times, but was it necessarily because he was in a slump? No. It was because he ran a bar and he had all the free liquor at his disposal. Maybe there were nights when he was in a bad mood, so why not take some shots of Fireball? Nobody was stopping him. He hadn't been doing so much of that as of lately, though, and he had mostly been sticking to a can of beer a day or a shot or two when his friends visited the bar, but he had no reason to get drunk. The paranoia-inducing thoughts had yet to plague his mind this month, and for the first time in a long time, his head felt clear. With everything happening with the split of Kalopsia and the politics and such, his mind had been taken off of the memories and feelings that haunted him for nearly a whole lifetime.
Eli was, however, tired as hell. He always seemed to be tired when he got home from work, really. He closed late and after a long day of memorizing orders, chatting with customers, and stocking barrels, he was worn it. It was a daily cycle, though Eli managed to make himself look well-rested to avoid dark circles gathering under his eyes. He only really got a break when another employee took over the closing shift, but as the owner, Elias always felt inclined to close. Now that he was home, he had quickly hopped into bed and slipped under the covers. Before turning out the light on his nightstand, though, he was alerted to a text-notification coming from his phone. He took the device into his hands and illuminated the screen, his eyes scanning the message that he had just received from... Bianca? It was strange for her to text him at this time of night — but then again, the message itself was strange. "Noods"? Alarm bells immediately went off in his brain, and the only reply he could think to send was: What? His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he waited for a response.
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CUPID HIT ME, CUPID HIT ME WITH PRECISION
I WONDER IF YOU LOOK BOTH WAYS WHEN YOU CROSS MY MIND.
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