leo gawked at the generosity, offering a gracious nod at the man’s offer. “thanks, man. you totally didn’t have to do that but who am i to turn that down, y’know?” a laugh escaped his lips. this bar was starting to feel more like a home to him rather than a place of escape. “not a server - i haven’t served at a restaurant in quite some time. assistant manager - all of the work, less pay,” he made a jab at himself. “i’m leo, by the way. thanks again for the drink.” leo extended his hand for a shake. “you work in hospitality?”
Wyatt waved a hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about it,” he responded, fully meaning it, too. “I’m trying this new thing called being a generous person. You can thank my therapist for that.” The male had a wry sense of humor, one he was hoping would be received — after all, no one liked to seem like a crazy person, and of course Wyatt over-analyzed every fucking word that came out of his mouth. “Ah, less tips, at the very least. Where at?” he asked, extending a hand to shake Leo’s. “Wyatt. Like I said, it’s all good,” he took another sip of his drink and shook his head. “Unless you count fixin’ up cars as hospitality, I’m gonna have to go with no. I’m a mechanic, so not very glamorous by any means.”
“dude, i’m telling you, if bigfoot were real, he would not want to be your friend. no. no! look, i am so not having this argument again! no, i – okay, maybe mothman, but i’m doubting the jersey devil would look twice at you!” phoenix groaned as he pulled the phone away from his ear and stared at it. though they’d only known each other six or seven years, he felt like he’d known his brother for his whole life. that said, he wanted to strangle the other boy. he glanced up and an idea struck him. “ – hey! i’ve been looking for you!” he said, grabbing the shoulder of the person in some sort of thank you. they did not know what they were getting him out of. “i gotta go! i’ll call you back later, man!”
he hung up his phone then threw his hands through the heavens in something of a thank you as he grinned at the person. “i love you. i could kiss you. i will kiss you, if you want. consider it my thanks!” it was really all he had to offer.
Wyatt grimaced when he was suddenly pulled into his friend’s nonsense, popping his earbuds out as he watched him finish up a conversation. “Yeah, yeah, I’m real glad you found me,” he muttered sarcastically. He’d just come from the gym, one of his least favorite places on earth, but it’d become part of the thing his therapist called his ‘daily routine’. Having structure in your life with keep you sober, Wyatt, he said. Getting exercise will give you an endorphins high! Think of it that way! Okay, maybe he did, but that didn’t mean he didn’t dread having to exert actual energy in a public settling. So, he was sweaty, tired, and already not in the greatest mood — at least he was being charitable, though?
“Please don’t kiss me. You look like you’re fourteen and I don’t need people givin’ me more weird looks,” Wyatt responded, only half-joking, before quirking an eyebrow. “You’re acting like you were on the phone with a telemarketer or somethin’— who’re you trying to get rid of?”
“I just pulled a double at the auto-shop, so I’d love to go back to my apartment and get some shut eye — but, I can’t. Wanna know why?” Wyatt huffed, shaking his head as he took a long drag of his cigarette. He’d only sparked it up mere moments ago and it was already almost completely torched. “I just got new neighbors. Newlyweds. God, I hate newlyweds. Anyway, they won’t stop bumpin’ uglies all hours of the day and the walls are paper fucking thin. You got any ideas about how to get them to shut the hell up before I go completely insane? Because I got nothing.”
it was a rough one today. working a double shift was never leo’s favorite kind of day but the thought of throwing a few back after being on his feet all day gave him an overwhelming sense of comfort. locating an open stool at the lively bar, he had his card ready in his hand to open a tab. “i have work at seven tomorrow morning and i don’t even care at this point,” he spoke openly to the figure beside him. “if anything, it’ll be one for the books, y’know? baby’s first drunk opening shift. they grow up so quick.”
Wyatt couldn’t help but chuckle as the other spoke, lifting the whiskey sour to his lips as he did so. He knew the feeling all too well, of utilizing mind altering substances such as alcohol and other reckless drugs only hours before a shift. It wasn’t pleasant by any means, but that’s what supposedly came from being an addict. “More power to ya,” Wyatt mumbled, nodding as the male extended his card to the bartender. “Here — first one’s on me. That way you can at least blame me when you get chewed out by a manager,” he joked. “Let me guess. Serving job?”
Is that AARON TVEIT walking down Old Town Front Street? Nah, WYATT GIBSON just looks like their identical twin! The 32-YEAR OLD has been a NATIVE for his whole life. On their good days, WYATT is GOOD-HUMORED and AFFABLE, but if you catch them on a bad day, they may be SELF-DESTRUCTIVE and DEPENDENT. Keep your eyes on this SELF-DEPRECIATING MECHANIC. Wonder what they’ve been up to lately in Sunnymead!
stats & bio posted below ~~
B A S I C S :
NAME: wyatt benjamin gibson
NICKNAME: wy
AGE: thirty-two
BIRTH DATE: 05/24/1986
HOMETOWN: sunnymead
SEXUALITY: bisexual
OCCUPATION: mechanic
LANGUAGES: english
RELIGION: atheist
EDUCATION: high school drop out
P E R S O N A L I T Y :
ZODIAC: gemini
MBTI: infp
POSITIVE: good-humored, affable, easygoing
NEGATIVE: dependent, self-destructive, insecure
MENTAL HEALTH: drug addict
P H Y S I C A L:
HEIGHT: 5'11
BUILD: tall mesomorph
HAIR: dirty blonde
EYES: blue
ACCENT: none
SCARS: multiple faded scars from stupid injuries he’d gotten while high
TATTOOS: pics: arms, middle fingers
PIERCINGS: Wyatt had his ears pierced when he was fourteen but hasn’t worn earrings since he was about twenty. He also got his nipple pierced on a dare when he was drunk, but got rid of it a long time ago.
CLOTHING STYLE: Pretty basic. Comfort over everything: t-shirts and jeans, sweatshirts and whatnot. Think ‘classic broke white boy’.
H E A L T H
Physical Ailments: n/a
Neurological Conditions: n/a
Allergies: Seasonal
Sleeping Habits: Never has been able to sleep through the night. Insomnia runs in his family, so it’s rare that he gets a full eight hours. You can usually find him napping during the day.
Eating Habits: Doesn’t eat particularly healthy or unhealthy. He isnt the type to binge on junk food so that keeps him pretty stable.
Exercise Habits: Weight trains two to three times a week for about an hour a session.
Emotional Stability: Probably about a 4/10. Though he’s kicked his addiction for the time being, the male has very low self-worth and is constantly on edge.
Sociability: Wyatt definitely prefers to be around other people most of the time because being alone makes him think way too much. That’s not to say that he necessarily wants to be the center of attention — the opposite, actually, but he enjoys being social even on the outside because it gets him out of his own head.
Body Temperature: Hot-natured
Addictions: Percocet
Drug Use: Currently sober from a Percocet addiction. Also used to be a cocaine user as well as a marijuana user. He is a heavy smoker.
Alcohol Use: Social drinker
B I O G R A P H Y:
32 years old, Sunnymead native
Raised by aunt after his parents died. Was very close to his older sister for the majority of his childhood.
Got into music, specifically jazz, very young and really thrived in that setting. Became very proficient in the drums and bass guitar specifically. It essentially became his whole life.
Struggled a lot academically in school, mostly because he was battling depression. Fell into the wrong crowd and, as a result, ended up dropping out of high school when he was 16. Became a very heavy drug user, living the whole ‘rock ‘n roll’ lifestyle.
Ended up packing up all of his shit and moving to NYC to pursue his music, working as a mechanic on the side to pay the bills. That’s where he met Marley Callahan, and the two of them had a whirlwind romance that lasted a couple of months, but that was filled with nothing but passion.
He was in too much of a drug-and-lust-filled mindset to keep good contact with his sister. Even when his uncle got sick, he was much too high and aloof to care much. Wyatt wasn’t even taking his own music career seriously, playing at open mics and shows sporadically but not doing anything that came to fruition.
Marley eventually found out about how deep his drug addiction went and, as a result, forced him to get help. He ended up going to rehab for about six months, but when he came out, Marley was gone.
Coincidentally, his sister gave him a call and told him that their aunt had passed. Seeing this as an opportunity to get his shit together, he decided to move back to Sunnymead to make up for lost time. Plus, he didn’t trust himself to maintain his sobriety alone in the city.
So, now, he’s trying to strengthen his relationship with sister while working as a mechanic at one of the local shops. However, after spending over 15 years battling addiction, it’s only a matter of time before Wyatt slips and falls.
