guns of brixton;; ((wesley)) Jan 5, 2011 17:27:59 GMT -4
Post by Drew Galloway on Jan 5, 2011 17:27:59 GMT -4
"All of that work for nothing," Drew grumbled to Gary, the slightly moody bartender. Gary held a strong grudge against him ever since the first time Drew had appeared in the bar with Seylin. The pair had proceeded to make drunken love in the back room of the bar, thinking that Gary would never know. Still, Drew got this sinking feeling that Gary had known the whole time but he simply didn't want to interrupt so as to avoid a very awkward situation. He probably had to deal with drunken accidental lovers rather frequently. "All of that bullshit with evading the knowledge of other people and with Logan and that little bitch Olivia... For fucking nothing." Drew glared down at the bar, wanting to hate it with every fiber in his body. Honestly, he had no one to hate at that moment, but he wanted to feel something other than grief.
Seylin was gone. Drew wasn't entirely sure what had happened to him, but he knew that Seylin had gone from his world and he probably wasn't coming back. Drew wanted to reassure himself that he was alive and well, but he just couldn't make himself believe any of that. Seylin had probably been taken down by an Overmind, sent back to Satan for eternal torture. Drew was trying not to think about that. He was suddenly questioning whether or not he had actually ever loved Seylin. Near the end of the relationship, Drew and Seylin had been facing some severe strain on their relationship due to Drew's dishonesty and Seylin's constant jealousy. He had killed Logan both out of duty to Safe Haven and protection of Drew. In all honesty, Drew wanted to bash his head against the bar repeatedly out of regret for letting Seylin go off and leave on such a terrible note. Then again, if he really did start harming himself using the bar, Gary would probably stop him out of worry for the bar.
"I don't know if you've ever worked really hard for something just for it to fucking die, but it's the worst feeling ever in the end. I mean, a lot happened and shit, but I could just fucking stab myself at this point. We even had points in our little relationship where we were about ready to have a double-suicide thing going on, but we pulled through eventually," Drew explained, more to himself than to Gary. Gary didn't appear to care. He didn't even look like he was listening. "I don't even know if I'm gonna go to heaven anyway, so when I die, I might see him in Hell, but I always imagined as Hell being a pretty big place. Satan probably has a room reserved for Vampyres, and a different room reserved for assholes like me. I never really thought about it."
Drew couldn't even be bothered to drink. Bad things happened whenever he got drunk. He didn't know why even bothered to make the trek all the way to the Black Bull Bar outside of Safe Haven. He didn't feel like drinking or thinking about Seylin, and the bar brought back both of those memories. Drew could only figure that he had come to the bar for the mostly silent company of Greg, who would stand there and half-heartedly listen to whatever anyone had to say. It was a sad truth that Drew really didn't have any friends in the world, especially not in Safe Haven. Had Logan been alive, Drew would have sought him out for the feigned sympathy that Logan would provide. No one cared to listen to the problems of the leader of a terrorist organization, especially when the problems involved a dead gay lover. "Fuck..."
((OOC;; and drew begins her descent into loneliness as she has a thread with herself for what seems to be the ninety-fourth time.))