05-11-2020, 08:09 PM
It wasn't usually his thing to go out and drink, but after the week he'd had he figured a night out on the town alone was good for the soul. Not that it mattered, he had no friends. Those he had were dead now. Ivan was not a friend, and neither was the new one. Nox might have but he burnt that bridge with Yun Kao's protection of his family. And in the long run he hadn't needed it. His vision was short sighted. It usually was when it came to family.
It was Spanish Whiskey tonight - none of that watered down stuff that Ana would see he drank. 'You drink too much'. That's what she'd say. But she had no hold over him anymore. Cruz couldn't join him, not that his son was talking to him. At least Nox was - though grudgingly so. They at least had a common cause. With Cruz he didn't know anything.
The bar was full. It was hopping as they say, but Dorian barely noticed. He sat nursing his drink, he was on his third.
The man at the table next to him called for another drink his wallet lying on the table. He didn't look like the screwed up scientist type, he really didn't want to talk to them anymore than he had to. He'd had enough of the rich and pompous - himself included. If he could only be a little more like the obnoxious child Nox could be at times. Prim and Proper that's how his father wanted him. He'd balked at it most days growing up but in public it was always the same - even now. The suit neatly pressed, hiding the black ink that covered half his body. His father knew of course - Dorian made it a show of course when he'd gotten each piece. Though his father was didn't care much these days either. Cruz was his to mold away from under his feet now.
The man's call never picked up. Dorian wondered if they knew he was out drinking or just didn't want to talk to him. He could get the same results if he dared called Cruz or Ana at this moment. Neither of them speaking to him. But he'd just thought that and sighed, "Seems it's the times of not picking up calls." Dorian tossed across the space between their tables. "Sorry for the intrusion. Sorta my job to notice things." He didn't mean to pry. He wasn't going to ask. It wasn't any of his business.
It was Spanish Whiskey tonight - none of that watered down stuff that Ana would see he drank. 'You drink too much'. That's what she'd say. But she had no hold over him anymore. Cruz couldn't join him, not that his son was talking to him. At least Nox was - though grudgingly so. They at least had a common cause. With Cruz he didn't know anything.
The bar was full. It was hopping as they say, but Dorian barely noticed. He sat nursing his drink, he was on his third.
The man at the table next to him called for another drink his wallet lying on the table. He didn't look like the screwed up scientist type, he really didn't want to talk to them anymore than he had to. He'd had enough of the rich and pompous - himself included. If he could only be a little more like the obnoxious child Nox could be at times. Prim and Proper that's how his father wanted him. He'd balked at it most days growing up but in public it was always the same - even now. The suit neatly pressed, hiding the black ink that covered half his body. His father knew of course - Dorian made it a show of course when he'd gotten each piece. Though his father was didn't care much these days either. Cruz was his to mold away from under his feet now.
The man's call never picked up. Dorian wondered if they knew he was out drinking or just didn't want to talk to him. He could get the same results if he dared called Cruz or Ana at this moment. Neither of them speaking to him. But he'd just thought that and sighed, "Seems it's the times of not picking up calls." Dorian tossed across the space between their tables. "Sorry for the intrusion. Sorta my job to notice things." He didn't mean to pry. He wasn't going to ask. It wasn't any of his business.