i've been drinking alone

and if you want, i could tell you the truth

that this life takes a toll on you. i spend nights

If he’s being honest, he’s surprised the night is this slow. A few of the naturals have come in, settled in the seats and admired the blues of the walls, set up little knickknacks on the memorial wall, and asked for a bit of alcohol to soothe the memories – all things he can accomplish, accommodate, and the like. But for the rest of it? Rather boring.

He finds himself zoning out a small amount, leaning along the bar with Haai settled in front of him, wings spread while he scratches at her side underneath the iridescent wings, focusing on the little griffin that keeps things relatively nice around here – chasing out the rats, chasing out the bugs that seek out the warmth of indoors when the air drops colder, and pauses to get warmth.

Speaking of warmth, he scoops up Haai and sets her along his tattooed shoulders, slipping over to the fireplace to place another log on the flame before returning behind the bar and wiping the counter down, wondering if anything was going to be of interest tonight.

stitching up the loose threads of my soul

so in the morning i'm bullet proof

SuNJATA