Jan 21, 2022
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Homeless
{ Somewhat plotted starter for @morpheoussilvercreature }
It was bound to happen sooner or later. Honestly he should have expected it by now, especially after the countless warnings he skillfully had ignored because rent just wasn't a priority of his anymore. The man who had rented the room to him by no means was a bad man, in fact he'd been very patient but James had gone too far at last and now he was left with nothing but a few coins left in his pocket yet again.
He banged his fists against the wooden door once more but it was of no use. It seemed as if the man had resorted to ignoring him so James sighed and gave up. Sleeping on Tortuga's streets was not a very smart move, you may wake up robbed of everything you owned or not at all and he was anything but liked among the people of Tortuga.
He left then but not without telling this man to go to hell and thought about what he would do now. It wasn't a hard decision to make at all and looking for a place to stay the night certainly was not what he was going to do, it was the only thing that could possibly brighten his mood: Spending the little coins he had left on cheap drinks till he didn't have to think anymore.
A tavern was chosen at random and if he was completely honest, he was not in the mood to stay there. It was loud and full of people he'd rather not spend any time with, if he stayed he'd probably get into a fight by the end of the night. So he just got a bottle of what was cheapest, took a relieved sip and made his way to the exit. He'd grown to enjoy the burning feeling down his throat even if the taste was terrible.
On his way out though, he kept his head low to avoid trouble and ran into someone, the botte slipped out of his hand at the impact and hit the floor where it shattered into pieces. "Pay attention to where you're going!", he snapped at the woman infront of him and cringed at the waste of his drink and money even if it most likely was his own fault anyway. "Look at what you've done!"
James gestured to the mess of shattered glass and liquid on the floor. Perhaps he was overreacting but god was he in a bad mood to begin with and he absolutely needed a drink now. Why was he always so unlucky?
Jimmy McGill (via Better Call Saul AMC on Instagram - 05.21.17)