Drunken Secrets || Jerbear & Scotty
Scott walked to the bar that was downtown, with his hand deep in his jean pockets. He wandered for a bit, taking in the new surroundings a bit more. It had only been a few days since he got here, to this new town. He had been to quite a few towns during the 2 years he's been dead. No town was this friendly. Most of the other dead people in those other towns were miserable cause they didn't want to be dead. Scott loved it. It was a second chance for him to live. Well, not live live, but be the person who he wanted to be while he was alive.
Him and Jeremy haven't talked much since he arrived, but the boy had sparked his interest. Though he looked 18 years old, he was actually 30 years old, like Scott. They have more in common then Scott had originally thought. He loved Jeremy's company, and he found it cute how he called him Scotty instead of Scott. It was precious actually. They got along, they flirted and this guy has really sparked Scott's interest. He doesn't know exactly how he feels about the other man, just that he'd love to spend time with him.
Not having a drink for a few days, Scott seated himself at the bar closest to the tab. When he goes without drinking after a few days, he starts to feel weird, not like himself anymore. Alcohol has impacted his life and dead life, but he couldn't care less. He was early, but that didn't matter. He sat on the stool, waiting for Jeremy to arrive with a drink in his hand.
