Date: 31 December 2020 Time: 03:31 PM Location: Irving Plaza
Felix watches skaters in the rink, slowly getting drunk. His life has not changed one bit-- he goes to work, hits whatever the bar he picks for the night, passes out drunk or high or both sometimes. Rinse and repeat. The only change is that he doesn’t spend his Saturdays visiting Clark, tinkering with whatever the homework he gets. That hit him harder than he expected. He downs his third bottle of beer, wondering if he should go find something to get high on. He grimaces as a shadow cast over his face. “...’sup, Gus,” he greets the familiar face. Gus is something of a family friend ( To this day, he is not entirely sure his mother slept with Gus, but he doesn’t want to know the answer. ), kind of like a big brother or uncle to him. “Alright, what did I do now?” he asks with a sigh of resignation.
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