Troubles
To say Panther was having a bad week was an understatement. He had a million projects and assignments to do from his summer school courses, one of the worst songwriter's blocks of the century, and to top it all off, he was out of booze to drown his troubles in. Not to mention that this time of year was bad enough for poor Panther; it was the Summer Solstice, which his tribe used to celebrate yearly. It had always been Panther's favorite holiday, with the Sundance and feasts and celebrations, but he hadn't been able to celebrate properly since he left Neverland. Currently, Panther was trying to alternate between a chemythstry and a new song he was writing with a good bit of frustration under his belt. He had a large plastic water bottle filled with some strange black liquid that smelled like coffee but didn't exactly look like it. Honestly Panther didn't know what it was either, but it was keeping him awake at least. He hadn't slept well the night before, or the night prior to that, evident from the dark bags underneath his hazel eyes. @futuregentlemanpirate