Breakdown :: Marc & Copper
Copper had used every single trick he had to get himself ready for the bonfire. Not physically. Cuffed jeans and a hoodie were easy enough. But mentally & emotionally - that was something else. Since the moment he’d moved into his grandfather’s house, the panic attacks were back. He’d almost bailed on tonight so many times, but he’d been working so hard and The Balcony was a sponsor. And bonfires on the beach were his favorite. So he pounded two shots of Fireball and forced himself to walk out the door. He was walking along repeating his mantra when he literally fell over a guy bending over a bike on the concrete. “Shit. Ow. Motherfu….” he yelped, shaking his hand to inspect a scrape on his palm. “Ugh. Sorry,” he added, finally noticing the other person in his pain and panic and confusion.