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Oct. 12th, 2013 12:10 pmSebastian strode silently into Scandals, slipping his fake id into his pocket, as he glanced around curiously. Middle of the week, at 8PM, was just as sad as Sebastian knew it would be. He scoffed, ignoring the leer from the man at the pool table. Please, the stench of lower class was rolling off him. The sad and pathetic closeted Lima Loser.
At least he knew he'd never end up like him. That was little consolation.
"Vodka on the rocks," he requested, wandering over to the bar. He sat down on a stool and began his first scouting of the night as he waited for the first round of alcohol. There wasn't much going on, but he had to find some kind of distraction.
The words from the funeral he'd attended earlier that night still haunted his every thought. He grunted out a 'thanks' when his drink was slid in front of him, and Sebastian quickly downed it in two gulps. It did little to numb the pain. Sebastian knew it wouldn't. He wasn't particularly close to Finn Hudson, but Hudson had been one of the first to accept Sebastian's apologies. Sebastian still didn't understand why. He'd been nothing but an asshole to New Directions, and now someone was dead. It wasn't like when Karofsky had tried to... y'know... But this had been nothing but an accident. No one told him more than that, but it didn't matter how it happened. Or why. But someone was dead.
Sebastian wondered how Hummel was coping. Or Berry. Sebastian wondered why he even cared. This was why he didn't do relationships. You could lose them, and then you'd be sitting at the bar, losing yourself in nothing but alcohol and--
"Why so long, stud? Someone so beautiful shouldn't be--"
"Fuck off," Sebastian growled, not even bothering to look at the guy. Sex only worked when the guys were hot. Not middle aged biker wannabes. "Not in the mood."
A warm body pressed up alongside him, "I can make you feel the mood--"
"Not interested," Sebastian scowled, and elbowed the man hard in the side. After a muttered "Asshole," the man skulked off. Sebastian ordered a second drink, and sipped it, going back to his watching. If nothing else, he'd get a good laugh out of this night. He nursed the drink slowly, then his eyes lit up with surprise and delight as a familiar figure came into the bar.
"Well, this night just got a whole lot more interesting..."
At least he knew he'd never end up like him. That was little consolation.
"Vodka on the rocks," he requested, wandering over to the bar. He sat down on a stool and began his first scouting of the night as he waited for the first round of alcohol. There wasn't much going on, but he had to find some kind of distraction.
The words from the funeral he'd attended earlier that night still haunted his every thought. He grunted out a 'thanks' when his drink was slid in front of him, and Sebastian quickly downed it in two gulps. It did little to numb the pain. Sebastian knew it wouldn't. He wasn't particularly close to Finn Hudson, but Hudson had been one of the first to accept Sebastian's apologies. Sebastian still didn't understand why. He'd been nothing but an asshole to New Directions, and now someone was dead. It wasn't like when Karofsky had tried to... y'know... But this had been nothing but an accident. No one told him more than that, but it didn't matter how it happened. Or why. But someone was dead.
Sebastian wondered how Hummel was coping. Or Berry. Sebastian wondered why he even cared. This was why he didn't do relationships. You could lose them, and then you'd be sitting at the bar, losing yourself in nothing but alcohol and--
"Why so long, stud? Someone so beautiful shouldn't be--"
"Fuck off," Sebastian growled, not even bothering to look at the guy. Sex only worked when the guys were hot. Not middle aged biker wannabes. "Not in the mood."
A warm body pressed up alongside him, "I can make you feel the mood--"
"Not interested," Sebastian scowled, and elbowed the man hard in the side. After a muttered "Asshole," the man skulked off. Sebastian ordered a second drink, and sipped it, going back to his watching. If nothing else, he'd get a good laugh out of this night. He nursed the drink slowly, then his eyes lit up with surprise and delight as a familiar figure came into the bar.
"Well, this night just got a whole lot more interesting..."
