@liamnelson
Ocean had come to find the Mystic Grill a place of comfort. It seemed to fit every mood that he was in, sad, happy, in dire need of alcohol. He’d texted his buddy Liam to come meet him today as they hadn’t seen each other for a while. He’d been busy with his business and Liam, well, he wasn’t too sure. He felt bad for becoming too preoccupied with everything else and distancing himself from his friends, especially since they were the ones who got him through a lot. All the doubts and negativity that had plagued his mind before coming here instantly faltered and his face lit up as soon he saw his friend walk in. He even slid out of the booth and wrapped his arm around the other, pulling him in for a hug. “Hey you,” he said, a smile returning to his face. “It’s so good to see you, man, you have no idea. I’m sorry about... everything, I kind of went M.I.A. But I promise to make it up for you. Look,” he said, sliding back into the booth and pushing the other man’s favourite to his side of the table. “Even bought you a little something to say sorry.”
