Whiskey Sour ~~ [Wenmas]
@my-lost-darling
Another shift done. Another dinner by himself at the Deer before he went home. It was routine at this point. Tom liked routine. There was something soothing to the repetition. It reminded him of the Navy and the routine of drills and assignments. There had been a structure to it that had been very steadying to someone like Tom, who otherwise wandered. Both with his feet and with his mind.
However, even though it was routine, quiet nights by himself eating at the bar did a number on his mood. He got trapped in the whirlpool of his thoughts. Sometimes this wasn’t so bad, but as of late, his thoughts were black and murky, guaranteed to pull him under.
Not so far under, though, that he didn’t notice the pretty bird perch onto the stool next to him. In a place like this, a pretty bird was a hard thing to miss.
“Hullo,” he said, all friendly, with a little smile as he gestured towards her in greeting with his pint.