STARTER FOR: @arturamos LOCATION: Bad Alibi. SETTING: Early evening.
Things weren’t great, that much was a given. Though Jack does what he can to conceal this sudden misstep. He’s leaned into the fact that his sobriety was now long gone, a distance memory that didn’t last as long as he would have liked it too. In some strange way, this new struggle made him feel so human. Mundane. To relapse, to come to a head and pop. To revert back to old ways. Was this part of the process? Was he meant to better himself and then collapse just the same? He wasn’t sure. But he’ll be damned before he reaches out again, to face the ridicule and looks of shame and worry again.
So, he drinks, carefully and on his own, but with all the impulse in him. It’s a tad cynical, a recovering alcoholic no longer recovering, drinking alone. He’s clad in a baseball hat and casual clothing, a lackluster attempt at shielding his identity and flying under the radar. By some miracle, it works. That’s until he spots a familiar face, his own expression perking up a tad. His drink he slid away from him, making it appear as if someone else who had just left was drinking it and not Jack. Another lackluster attempt. He was filled to the brim with them these days, it seems.
“Arturo?” Jack questions, smiling warmly at the other man, “Since when were you in Catalina?”