Almost Easy | Ares & Santino
for @aresmp
tw; addiction, alcoholism.
Santino has been feeling on edge. He definitely doesn’t feel like the same person anymore. He doesn’t even remember feeling this way when he still lived in Mexico. It was like the demigod could feel his soul being tested. The good and the bad fighting it out within him to see just who will win control. He has his good days and bad days, but Tino still hadn’t let go of the choke hold he has on his vices. Over the last couple months he’s learned to hide a lot. He didn’t drink on the job, he kept up appearances by talking with customers, being friendly when he could but he had stopped his usual ritual of walking to Honey Pot after work.
Instead the Mayan demigod spent his time off tucked away elsewhere. A different bar or going to the beach late at night to drink down a bottle and pass out just so he didn’t have to go home with the bottle. Tonight was no different. The raven was sitting on the sand under the stars listening to the waves crash until he suddenly started to hear what sounded like a group of people talking. Tino didn’t get very far into his bottle of tequila but he did have a cigarette between his lips while he listened. The group must be heading further down the beach. Too curious for his own good he slowly stands up leaving the bottle where it was and following along. It didn’t seem too hard for him to blend into the crowd that was forming.
