they cried wolf
he drowns out his frustration with a bottle of alcohol again. “reckless”, they called him, “unstable”, they repeated and not once in their meeting did they even ask him why. had it been any other professor, they would have chalked it up to marital problems or struggles with raising a family, but the tattooed single man couldn’t possibly be dealing with anything like that. if anything it was probably the streets poisoning him, falling into a bad crowd attracted by his messy, troublemaker image. little did the suits know he had been in this life longer than their own careers and he still managed to make something for himself away from it all. “what the fuck do they know.” lobo mutters to himself, staring at the bottom of the empty glass as if it would talk back, “they don’t know anything about me, they don’t know jack shit.”
fishing his wallet out of his pockets, he spreads a couple of won on the bar’s surface. enough to cover his drinks and a bottle he was going to swipe when the bartender was on the other side. after waiting a couple of seconds, and finally in the clear, he stumbles out the bar and takes one large swig. ‘ugh’ his lips curled up instantly and he could feel the food he ate earlier threatening to come back up. he accidently grabbed the vodka and the burn down his throat reminded him why he was picky when it came to the imported stuff. “disgusting.” he said out loud, tipping the bottle over and letting it pour for a couple of steps before throwing it against the side of the building.
in his drunken stroll, he must of accidently turned a corner into an alleyway and in his stupitidy didn’t realize he had thrown the bottle next to a group of men smoking cigarettes. “what the fuck man.” the human called out to him, unscatched from the broken glass but a bit wet from the splatter of alcohol. “oops...didn’t see you there. sorry, bud.” there were three other men with him too, dressed in what look like chef outfits leading him to believe they worked in the kitchen of whatever restauraunt they were in the back of. the shaky hands and panda eyes led him to believe these humans were overworked and restless. and as their bodies tensed up at the sight of him, they were looking for any excuse to redirect there feelings into some form of aggression. “apologize again. you didn’t sound sincere before.” one of them spoke up, trying to antagonize the friend. “he probably did that on purpose, you’re going to take that?” lobo always thought humans were funny but these four had to be runaway clowns. “what are you going to do? fight me? cause your shirt got a little wet?” he said chuckling at the absurdity of the whole situation. “I’m going to fucking kill you.” if only they knew what lobo could do to them.
“Heh...I’m not going to fight you. so just fuck off.”
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