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Adam reached for the onion rings when Victor suggested that they might have been the thing to kill him. If “I don’t think that’s what happened.” He muttered before purposefully cramming three onion rings into his mouth at once. If they had been the thing to kill him he figured they couldn’t do him any worse now.
He didn’t find Victor’s reminder that they were at least still conscious very encouraging when he was actively drinking to try and black out. He only paused when Victor mentioned Danielle possibly being there too, concern flickering across his features before he dismissed the idea. He refused to believe that the universe would let someone as perfect as Danielle end up in a miserable place like this.
“Hey,” Adam protested as Victor pulled him to his feet. He grabbed for the other’s arm as he swayed unsteadily, his other hand reaching for the basket of onion rings that were left on the bar. “I don’t know.” He mumbled with a shrug, letting go of Victor and heading towards the exit. “I don’t see anyone stopping us.” He made his way outside out of the bar with the basket in hand, looking around for someone he could bum a cigarette off of. He didn’t smoke, but it seemed like the logical next step to make in his current situation. “What are you gonna do?” He asked curiously, glancing back at Victor. “I don’t think people will care enough to vote either way here.”
Victor continued dutifully shepherding Adam out of the bar, pausing only once to glance uncertainly at the register before stepping outside. He kept a steady grip on his friend’s arm, ignoring the onion rings when he glanced aside with raised brows. “I've got more going for me than being the next mayor,” he said, with a lightheartedness he didn’t feel.
Falling silent, Victor shrugged after a beat. “I don't know, I'm dead. What can't I do?” Oddly enough, he wasn't too torn up about finding out he was a ghost, though he did feel some sympathy for his mother. But the last few years of his life hadn't been anything like he thought it would be, losing touch with his father, his fiancee, and his best friend on top of it all. He felt worse about the fact that he didn't feel like he'd lost much at all.
“I guess I don't need to ask what your plan is. Should we go find you a pair of Crocs and chewing tobacco?” Victor didn't hide his distaste as he steered Adam determinedly towards his house, marching his drunk charge down the sidewalk like his father used to do.















