Drinking Games (closed? To Janeharvard)
Despite having made progress in numerous areas with Charles this week, with the kittens, with life in general, surface happiness didn’t last long enough to keep Erik from resorting to old habits.
And his oldest habit, outside of maybe cutting himself, was drinking. He’d found the nearest pub to Westchester and had tossed down two twenties, ordering the keeper to keep sending him drinks until the money ran out or he passed out. Given his drinking habits now, it would almost definitely be the former.
He sat now in the farthest corner, nursing either his fifth or sixth pint, watching the comings and goings of the other patrons. Other tried to approach him a few times, but his glares always chased him away. He was fine with that, he preferred to drink alone.
Jane walked down the street, head down, eyes looking at the never-changing gray sidewalk and the shoes around her. It was raining. Jane liked rain a lot. It covered up a lot of unnecessary noise, and made people generally quieter. She was wandering, as usual. She bumped into someone with her shoulder, hitting them in the chest area, and with a mumbled apology, she looked up and ran across the street, soaking her flats in water.
She knew where she was now. Westchester. There was a pub she liked here. She looked around and kept going in the same direction, sure it was that way. She kept her head up, now, though, and when she reached the pub, she wiped her eyes, ridding the raindrops away. She stepped into the pub, and without looking at anyone, she walked to the first empty space she saw, and handed the waiter as much money as she had, telling him to keep the pints coming. He’d looked at her strangely, as if he couldn’t believe such a small girl could drink so much.
Jane looked around for the first time, seeing the normal crowd there. A group of men nearly screaming at each other in a few seats over. She shook her head with a small smile. She was handed her first pint, and with a nod, she gulped it down within a minute.