Post by Colten James Harris on Dec 3, 2011 12:27:39 GMT -5
Two o’clock in the afternoon and Colt Coulter was getting shit faced snookered.
Setting at the counter of Damra's little hunter bar, the hunter stared down into his beer and looked lost in his thoughts as he drank. The place was fitting for his mood and most people left him alone, seeing he needed to brood after leaving home after lunch. Being under the watchful eyes of his friends and family was giving him fits because as much as he wanted to to reassure them, he felt as if he was going to explode like a grenade at any moment.
Ever since he and Charlie had called it quits, his actions had gotten more and more reckless and he felt as if he were walking a razors edge. Oh, on some level, he'd seen it coming but it didn't make it any easier. Being a hunter wasn't exactly something that made being in a relationship easy and he couldn't blame the woman for shutting him out but... Damn, it still hurt. He'd thought she'd understood what she was getting into but in the end... maybe she'd simply been to sweet and caring for the life he led. He certainly hadn't wanted her involved in the gritty part of his job and his logical side said things were just better this way. To bad logic didn't keep the bewildered hurt and anger in check too.
God, had it really been almost a year now? Shit, he should be past this hurt by now but it seemed like the more he tried to shut it out.. the bigger the inferno got.
Unwilling to risk that explosion around his family, adopted and real, he'd finally taken himself off and driven around the city before finding this dump. With three beers down and another one in front of him, he was already feeling the effects of the liquor along with the shots of Jack he'd added in for good measure. Tonight, he didn't want to feel anything. He just wanted to get drunk and let off some steam like he had in the days before his ex.
Yeah, it was five O'clock somewhere and he was ready to party.
Suddenly, the stool beside him made a creaking noise as a body slid on to it and Colt dragged himself away from his mug long enough to look over the person next to him. Arching a brow, he took in the poor bastard’s expression and then smirked a bit. It looked like he wasn't the only one having problems this afternoon.
Setting at the counter of Damra's little hunter bar, the hunter stared down into his beer and looked lost in his thoughts as he drank. The place was fitting for his mood and most people left him alone, seeing he needed to brood after leaving home after lunch. Being under the watchful eyes of his friends and family was giving him fits because as much as he wanted to to reassure them, he felt as if he was going to explode like a grenade at any moment.
Ever since he and Charlie had called it quits, his actions had gotten more and more reckless and he felt as if he were walking a razors edge. Oh, on some level, he'd seen it coming but it didn't make it any easier. Being a hunter wasn't exactly something that made being in a relationship easy and he couldn't blame the woman for shutting him out but... Damn, it still hurt. He'd thought she'd understood what she was getting into but in the end... maybe she'd simply been to sweet and caring for the life he led. He certainly hadn't wanted her involved in the gritty part of his job and his logical side said things were just better this way. To bad logic didn't keep the bewildered hurt and anger in check too.
God, had it really been almost a year now? Shit, he should be past this hurt by now but it seemed like the more he tried to shut it out.. the bigger the inferno got.
Unwilling to risk that explosion around his family, adopted and real, he'd finally taken himself off and driven around the city before finding this dump. With three beers down and another one in front of him, he was already feeling the effects of the liquor along with the shots of Jack he'd added in for good measure. Tonight, he didn't want to feel anything. He just wanted to get drunk and let off some steam like he had in the days before his ex.
Yeah, it was five O'clock somewhere and he was ready to party.
Suddenly, the stool beside him made a creaking noise as a body slid on to it and Colt dragged himself away from his mug long enough to look over the person next to him. Arching a brow, he took in the poor bastard’s expression and then smirked a bit. It looked like he wasn't the only one having problems this afternoon.