Slide On All Your Nights Like This? - Open
Apr 7, 2017 17:08:16 GMT -5
Post by Sgt. Malachi Dovev on Apr 7, 2017 17:08:16 GMT -5
Malachi was on a mission that night, a mission to try to be sociable with his unit. It was only a few hours into the night and it had gone pretty badly so far, he wasnt the sort to get drunk out of the realm of being able to defend himself or someone else. Strike one, after that he had found the bars far too busy to feel remotely comfortable in which was strike two and strike three, he had managed to be the ‘no fun’ guy which was blamed prominently on his strange attitudes as he sat in the quiet bar.
It was easy to think as he held a barely touched beer, he opted for the seat in the corner as he tried to rationalise his choice to try to be sociable that evening. It was a good idea, just one beer, a night out with the unit how bad could it be? Well all of that he had his answer now as he sat there trying to work out if he went home to tell Liz about it if it was a failure or just one of those things he was no good at. Mossad had taught him a lot, how to blend in, how to socialise to a point but now he didnt need to do any of that.
He was himself but that seemed to be the issue he thought as he stared at the beer he promptly placed on the table. He was himself and not playing the game of a character, so with that he decided to stay out until a reasonable time and explain when he got home what a great night it had been which to begin with. All was well, the company was great and the food and then the bars happened and he was way out of his depth with feelings, people and crowds that had him seeing every threat in the bar and not being able to make it stop.
No beer took away the faces in his head, no alcohol could numb pain which was why he chose to keep everything shut down. No emotions, if there were none then there was no pain which others understood but it didnt exactly translate well into the social scene as he sat quietly in the corner taking a sip of his cold beer now and again as he debated his choice that evening. Should have said that he needed to get home he thought, much safer when people didnt see his socially awkward self.
It was easy to think as he held a barely touched beer, he opted for the seat in the corner as he tried to rationalise his choice to try to be sociable that evening. It was a good idea, just one beer, a night out with the unit how bad could it be? Well all of that he had his answer now as he sat there trying to work out if he went home to tell Liz about it if it was a failure or just one of those things he was no good at. Mossad had taught him a lot, how to blend in, how to socialise to a point but now he didnt need to do any of that.
He was himself but that seemed to be the issue he thought as he stared at the beer he promptly placed on the table. He was himself and not playing the game of a character, so with that he decided to stay out until a reasonable time and explain when he got home what a great night it had been which to begin with. All was well, the company was great and the food and then the bars happened and he was way out of his depth with feelings, people and crowds that had him seeing every threat in the bar and not being able to make it stop.
No beer took away the faces in his head, no alcohol could numb pain which was why he chose to keep everything shut down. No emotions, if there were none then there was no pain which others understood but it didnt exactly translate well into the social scene as he sat quietly in the corner taking a sip of his cold beer now and again as he debated his choice that evening. Should have said that he needed to get home he thought, much safer when people didnt see his socially awkward self.