Bar

[[deleted user]]

"I am a better shot, but I always look at the worst possible scenario. I wouldn't. I won't. I can't."

((I. Hate. School.))

[[deleted user]]

((G2g. Be back in 1 hour.))

"Noted."

[[deleted user]]

"I see. So I dip the tip in this and do not touch it?"

[[deleted user]]

"Yeah, I know. Wanna lea me where they are, sir?"

[[deleted user]]

Kobe nods and follows.

[[deleted user]]

Kobe sat down and got a drink.

[[deleted user]]

He answered the phone. "Hello?"

[[deleted user]]

He dumped the rest of the vial in the drink and gulped it down. "Only one person can save me, now."

[[deleted user]]

He left, still on the phone.

[Breanna Joy]

Nathan came in because he knew none of his siblings would show up here. He ordered food but nothing to drink.

[Justin]

Ella came in the bar in a plaid button up shirt, skinny dark jeans and combat boots. She looked cute. Hair tossed to the side. She ordered....water.

[Breanna Joy]

Nathan was eating voraciously and didn't notice her.

[Justin]

((Is he that hungry?!))

Ella turned slightly seeing his face. They with her illusion power she changed her face. Making it prettier. She walked over sitting down. "Hey..."

[Breanna Joy]

((He's VERY hungry. He just came off his high. Also, does she look enough like her to be recognized?))

[Justin]

((Yea. He's a animal) )

[Breanna Joy]

He glanced up, the slid his stool away, eyes going wide.

[Justin]

"Hi,I'm Ellaaaaasia. Ellasia."

[Breanna Joy]

"Ella, stop it. I know it's an illusion. Please leave."

[Justin]

"Who's...fine I'll stop. But i want to talk to you. Why so gloomed and why do you smell like weed? "

[Breanna Joy]

"Why the heck do you think?!"

[Justin]

"Well it's pathetic and sexy that your smoking! "

[Breanna Joy]

He turned away.

[Justin]

"Hey uh why do you dislike me? We weren't like this years ago?"

[Breanna Joy]

"Things have changed, Ella."

[Justin]

"Like? "

[Breanna Joy]

"Lots of things." He vanished.

[Justin]

"Wait!" She sighed and left.

[Breanna Joy]

Nathan Mori appeared.
What he really wanted was a smoke. He felt the last cigarette in his pocket--no more weed left, not with him. He pulled it out and rolled it in his fingers. He really couldn't risk further alienating Kat...but maybe just one...Yes, just one smoke, it was safe in here, there were enough smells to mask it, and then he would drink himself into oblivion. Since that party, he'd never really had a fondness for alcohol, even then he hadnt been over-fond. But one thing he did remember was that it could make you forget. And he needed to forget, if only for a little while.
He lit the cigarette, and smoked.

[Breanna Joy]

He finished the cigarette all too soon, and he briefly considered going back to the hospital for some more weed. No, he told himself, you made a promise. To get his mind of it, he walked up to the bar and ordered a drink. Drinks. A round of shots. One after the other after the other. He lost count after thirteen.

[notyourfriend, May we meet again]

((aww))

[Breanna Joy]

Nathan felt sick. But he kept drinking, drowning his guilt in alcohol. He stood, unsteadily, and took two steps toward the bathroom before he doubled over, vomiting uncontrollably, before passing out on the floor.

[Elizabeth]

(( This is so sad... :( ))

[Breanna Joy]

((I know...he doesn't even drink, normally.))

[notyourfriend, May we meet again]

((It is. I don't know who has the saddest story at the moment in AtE))

[Breanna Joy]

About half an hour later, Trevis came in, wondering if he'd find Josh here again. He wrinkled his nose at the smell of vomit, then saw Nathan on the floor. He chuckled slightly, pulling out his phone and calling Zoe.

[Elizabeth]

Caitlyn the Compassionate Survivor wrote: "((It is. I don't know who has the saddest story at the moment in AtE))"

((Make a poll!))

[notyourfriend, May we meet again]

Bяєαnnα Joy wrote: "About half an hour later, Trevis came in, wondering if he'd find Josh here again. He wrinkled his nose at the smell of vomit, then saw Nathan on the floor. He chuckled slightly, pulling out his pho..."

((Lol he would!))

Zoe picked up after the first ring. "What's up?"

[notyourfriend, May we meet again]

Elizabeth wrote: "Caitlyn the Compassionate Survivor wrote: "((It is. I don't know who has the saddest story at the moment in AtE))"

((Make a poll!))"

((Mmmm maybe later or someone else can if they want))

[Breanna Joy]

"I found your...friend," he said, smirking, nudging Nathan gingerly with the toe of his shoe. He was laying in his own vomit.

[notyourfriend, May we meet again]

"Which friend?" She asked.

[Breanna Joy]

"Nathan Moor or whatever it was. Passed out in a bar." The smirk was audible in his voice.

[[deleted user]]

Kim walked in, her marijuana long gone. She used to get so high on drag, now one drag just got rid of a few problems. "Nathan," she sighed.

[Breanna Joy]

Trevis was leaning against the wall, talking on the phone.

Nathan, naturally, didn't respond.

[[deleted user]]

Kim knelt by Mate, wiping vomit off his face with his shirt. "What have you gotten yourself into?"

[Breanna Joy]

"Now some chick is here rubbing his face with her shirt," Trevis reported.

Nathan was unresponsive. The toxin shutting down his system.

[[deleted user]]

((It was his shirt.))

She sighed, her mind on two levels at once with the drugs. "Your shirt is nice," she said quietly. "Why did you get drunk? Why do you think it's your fault?" she didn't figure he'd respond, but whatever.

[Breanna Joy]

*his

He met her expectations fully.

[[deleted user]]

She called Stephanie.

[Breanna Joy]

"She's making a call...I'm outta here," Trevis muttered, hanging up and leaving.

[[deleted user]]

Kim was quiet. "You smoke and drink. Where does it end?"