The Bottom of the Bottle
Vhalar 50 716, 23rd Break
Location: Patrick's Apartment.
The crisp cool weather had required him to wear a jacket to work when the evenings strolled around, as the night nearly met its peak with the moons high on their rise. Patrick had worked late with a few other interesting people but they wound up needing to leave before work, with the exception of one who decided that she could wait for an escort home. Of course she'd never specify which home that was in the end, and that was why Patrick didn't waste the chance to bring her back to his place with the intent for more fun. She was a nice and young looking lady with impeccable taste in wine, and an interesting way of enjoying herself among peers. Patrick himself might've got to indulge in a few extra drinks before he left, seeing as how the shift was nearly over and Daveth finished closing up shop. The woman of course had been lent his jacket to keep her warm on the way home, her wavy brown locks of hair curled as they reached her shoulders, while pale blue eyes enticed him to provide her with a night she wouldn't soon forget.
He'd led her up the wooden stairs onto the second floor balcony that allowed him to reach his place, the wooden door unlocked with the key he kept in his pocket as he turned the knob eagerly. He practically left the door open for her to walk in on her own, more or less so he could use the light of the moon to help him see where he was going in the dark. The room had the same usual empty feeling about it like always, with nothing special to decorate the place he more or less never bothered to care. When he reached the cabinet near his fire place Patrick opened one of the doors and felt around, the spare tinderbox found moments afterwards so he could light the lantern on the table in the room. "Nice place." She joked as he moved over to light the lantern, a smug grin on his face when the small flame sparked to life after a few tries of lighting.
"Keeps me dry when the weather's foul." He remarked as the lantern finally became lit to illuminate the room, the woman casually strolled in with eyes wandering elsewhere. When he shut the door behind her he wasted little time in getting the other spare thing he had tucked away in his cabinet, a bottle of vodka pulled from the other side as he flashed it with a cheeky grin. "And the good stuff too."
She laughed as she took the bottle from him, a devious smirk shot his way when she opened the cap and took a swig. Patrick liked her enthusiasm. She would definitely be an amusing conquest for him tonight, the bottle kept from him after he held a hand out for his own turn. "What? You want a taste?"
"Maybe." He crooned with a crooked smile as she hid it behind her with mischief in her eye, a short reminder of some odd nights back when Patrick's own ass took a rough beating occurred. She'd challenged him but differently than the way Wendell did, for when Patrick reached around her to take it she perked her face up to give him a smooch. He had to admit she was creative if not gutsy, nobody wanted to be the one to hide his own drinks from him after his last episode, but the sweet aftertaste of vodka still burned inside her mouth as Patrick could taste it on his tongue. Definitely a fun night to be had for sure. She pulled back away slowly with a few bouncy steps back towards his bed, the bottle held in plain sight to tease him further for the chase. "There's more over here you know."
His eyes focused on her deeply as he measured his chances of getting a few drinks in before the next part was to come. "Seriously though." He chuckled while willingly played along for the moment, a smoulder cast down at her as he came in close for an intense stare. She had fire in her eyes much like Rei, a person he'd rather not be thinking of at this moment, but he couldn't help compare the two when he looked at them. He'd pretended to lower his head for a kiss, but evaded her lips and went in for the neck. She gasped and then sighed from his fast move he pulled, one hand clutched in the thick of her hair while his other found its intended mark. The bottle.
He wouldn't ruin the moment just yet though seeing as how he was already having fun, so he nipped hard at her neck with the intent to suckle at its surface. She'd already started melting into his arms then, a fiendish sense of delight boiled in his stomach as he finally retreated from her neck just to fill his mouth with an enormous swig of the vodka he held in his hand. "Ilaren's breath, slow down." She giggled as she tipped the bottle down to reclaim it as hers once more. "Save some for me." She teased as he looked intently at her face, her gorgeous and alluring face that.... still wasn't Rei's face. Shit. He was thinking about her again, and because this chick insisted on getting her share she wasn't really helping. His fun had dwindled already and his interest suddenly became lost, his mind already wandered elsewhere as he started to think about Rei... then Wendell... then Rei again... then.... the both of them.
Sure he'd seen them off and on when they came into the Boar for a drink, but he hadn't really spent much actual time with them since then. He missed them more than he cared to admit and deep down, he felt that same empty feeling only grow worse without them around. She'd went in for another kiss likely hopeful to feed him with more, coax him into taking it from her with force so something more exciting would take place. Not tonight though, the mood was lost now and all he wanted was the bottle once more. He did nothing but let her lips grace his as he stood there, almost awkward and completely shut off from her. Finally she pulled back with eyebrows low and eyes on him, curious as why he suddenly didn't seem into it anymore. "You should go." He said to her without any care or feeling, her smile dropped as he took the bottle one last time and went to sit at the table.
"Seriously?" She exclaimed as he just sat there with the bottle in hand, another long swig followed as she just stood there with arms crossed. "Wow, sorry for wanting just a little bit of your vodka." She taunted with a glare shot at him, he merely looked back down at the table then, uninterested in whatever else she had to say. "You know what," She finally gave in as she furiously slipped off his jacket, "Fine! Have a good night, you ass." He didn't say or do anything in regards to her, all he cared about was the fact he felt lonely once more. The jacket was dropped on the floor and the sound of boots tapping on stone echoed in the room, his door creaked open and slammed loudly as she stormed out. He looked to the bottle in his hand once more, his reflection barely visible on the surface from the lantern next to him. He took another swig that left the bottle less than a quarter empty, his mood still spiraled down into a state much worse than he already felt before. Angered and now alone he rose to his feet and threw the bottle across the room, the bottle shattering as the sound of glass broke and liquid rained on the floor. He hated himself, hated what he became. How was he suppose to feel better? How as the alcohol suppose to help him feel better?
He wanted to live up to the expectations they'd given him, to be a bit less reliant on alcohol, and eventually be worth something to them because of it. Yet this entire year he'd spent relying on his habits, he hadn't the faintest idea on how to achieve this. How? Just how was he suppose to let go and not feel sad? How was he suppose to overcome this endless absence, the same blank loneliness that had overtaken his spirit so long ago? No answer came. Displeased with himself he fell back into the chair and planted his forehead into his palms, eyes locked in a stare on the table as he thought about what he should do. He felt drunk but nothing good came out of it. So what could he do? At this rate he decided to give it up and sleep it off, a puff of air blown at the lantern to extinguish the flame, and consume the room in total darkness once more.
