NATE & NOAH:
it was a late night, and noah found himself at his regular place on such hours, sitting down at his regular corner by the bar counter. the nights were a lot longer now with a killer on the loose, and the sheriff often found himself needing a small break with just a few glasses of whiskey… the bar was nearly empty that night and so he raised a brow when a figure walked in and approached the bar counter as well. “and here i thought they’d be closing just on me…”
It had been more difficult each day for Nate to fall asleep. Why? He couldn’t exactly tell you for he didn’t know what was hidden behind his own conscious in his mind. Usually things like this never bothered him, but with still being somewhat new in this town, he liked to keep his guard up a little bit longer. So with the hours dragging on by and his phone continuing to stay silent, he dragged himself to the bar for, only, one drink. “Ah, well when the night drags on, you can only read so much before the letters start to blur together.”
