@fictionbrewed || Ya didn't ask for it but ya did-
It was one of those nights again. A night where he had, unfortunately, been scammed. Why him, of all people? What had he done to deserve this…? But then he thought about it. His family that he ruined…all because of he suggested his father go on a trip. And it, in return, is what changed his perception of ‘home’. Home was no longer the warmth of his parents, the vibrant laughter of his father. The smell of paint samples and fresh paper being used for designs from his mother. She couldn't even laugh or design anymore, when they had received the news of his father's death.
He was thankful she had found work and had left--and he didn't resent her for it. But….it was so lonely, without her. His price to pay. Actually, wasn't everything his price to pay? He basically consigned his father to death. And his mother, widowed. He supposed anything that happened to him now was deserved--even the scam from tonight. No one to blame but himself. He should have known it was far too good to be true--and now here he was almost negative once more ( though, he was waiting for something else to make that full negative at some point, if he was honest. ).
❝ Heya. ❞ He starts out as he takes a seat down at the bar, rubies meeting the gaze of the brunettes'. ❝ What would you recommend for me tonight? I've…got no preferences; I just need a drink, if that's okay. ❞
❛ More like five….But he doesn't need to know my troubles. It's my own fault. And I don't wanna bother him more. ❜















