|D not the happiest of stories....and it's only the first part....
Dont kill me for attempting to use Rut, Dannii XD. I...kinda pictured Rut would...also be hanging around bars cos..he's Rut |D
A man with striking coloured hair sat at a bar, the smell of stale beer and cigarettes filling his nose. Though he didn't care, his head swum, thoughts clouded by the affects of alcohol. It had been his only way of being able to be free of his mental and emotional pain of losing his partner. He stared groggily at the reflective wall behind the bar, his dull, tired eyes staring back at him. Everything about his face and features seemed dishevelled, his hair was out of place, he had dark rings around his eyes and his clothing was creased and unironed. His usual routines had fallen apart when he had found out she had mysteriously died, she had been his world, his joy, his love...but it all came crashing down when he lost her. After he had heard of the news, he gradually fell into a deep depression, usually locking himself away in his bedroom to break down or just stare into space. The bottle had become his friend for most nights of the week, it gave him freedom from the hurt, and would help him sleep. His sadness and thoughts about her would disrupt his sleep, he would often sleep for little more then a few hours a night, though the after effects from a night of drinking would usually knock him out. His sister usually finding him asleep on the couch or near it on the floor when she would wake up in the morning.
Draak rubbed his eyes giving a slurred laugh before slamming some cash on the bar. He stood up, looking at the clock on the wall...it appeared to read 2:45am. He groaned.
"...I.....is thatthe time...ohdamn....there goes.....another night..." He swayed slightly and made his way out of the bar and begun the slow journey home...
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