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Alcohol was burning in his throat and Leo was sitting right next to him with a miserable expression on his face, suffering from the loss of another girlfriend he had recklessly gotten attached to.
"You just don't understand it, Thomas." Leo whined after a moment, pressing his cheek into the bar countertop when he felt his head too heavy to hold up. Despair surrounded him like a thick fog, instantly bumming anyone who went near him. Tendrils of it seemed to be reaching out for Thomas as the other man took another sip of his drink, making a face at the taste. "You're so lucky with girls."
"Am I?" Thomas asked lightly, his own aura of nonchalance and slight anxiety of being in a club blocking out his dear friend's depressing force. It was rather hard to get Thomas's emotions to swing anyway, and his views of life were even harder to push. It was just the kind of man he was.
"You are!" Leo wailed again, slamming his glass onto the countertop. Thomas jerked a little at the sound, about to scold the male on making a scene when he realized nobody was paying attention anyways. The music was too loud and the alcohol too good to bother with a useless guy being loud.
Thomas sighed, placing his glass down against the countertop. He didn't even like drinking.
"How so, exactly?" He further pushed, wondering if this was a better way to get Leo's mind off his unreasonable despair. Life was hard to those who were soft, huh? Thomas supposed it must have been pretty tough, but with the amount of times he had to cheer up Leo his sympathy had dried out like a well in a drought.
"You're always talkin' to the ladies! Not only have ya got a good face, ya never get attached to 'em!" The more Leo talked the more drinks he began to down, and Thomas had a vague feeling he would have to be paying for half of them. Leo finally lifted his head up, swaying slightly as he gave Thomas an accusatory look. "Actually, are ya close to any--"
"Molly." Thomas interrupted suddenly, preoccupied with staring into his drink. He swished the liquid around, occupying his mind with thoughts of how alcohol was so harmful. ...Of course, that wasn't the only thing his mind was occupied with.
"She doesn't count," Leo muttered after a moment, lowering his head a little like a lion that had been quelled. "Ya don't love 'er or anythin."
"Molly." Thomas repeated again, standing up from the stool and signing the receipt that the bartender promptly handed to him. The place was getting incredibly stuffy, and it was about time to drive Leo home.
"Stupid Lumbers." Leo sniffled after a moment, slowly putting some money on the countertop before allowing himself to be dragged up by Thomas. "Stupid Lumbers and their stupid success and their stupid attracting peculiarity."
"Stupid indeed." Thomas replied, a tiny amused smile crossing his face as he dragged his friend out. The ants were asleep, exhausted after their hard day of work and too tired to deal with (what they probably thought were petty) humans. Thomas Lumber couldn't help but agree with them.
Leo inhaled the night air, feeling himself sober up a little and a lot less down. He gave his friend a cautious look at the expression Thomas held. Even when he was dragged into the comfort of Thomas's car Leo couldn't help but feel a sense of anxiety for his friend.
Outside in the summer air, crickets chirped a symphony.
 Siyaahi · Fri Jun 07, 2013 @ 11:10pm · 0 Comments |
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