LOCKE
Everything he does lately is aimless. He gets drunk, goes home, trashes something else, goes back out, gets more drunk, the cycle repeats. He's at least sober enough today to have showered and eaten a real meal but that's about all he's got going for him. Well, and leaving in a few days to learn how to be a cook on a boat. He's only out right now because he needs to get a few things before he goes, wrap up a few loose ends and all of that.
He slips down an alley he's all too familiar with. He notices the woman but is currently doing his best to ignore women with dark hair. But she bumps into him and he's really really not in the mood for it. He turns to snap at her only to find a familiar but unexpected face. "Sera?" Even with everything going on, his face splits into a grin. "The hell are you doin' here?" Locke spreads his arms out for a hug, or something. Gods he misses being touched already.
He slips down an alley he's all too familiar with. He notices the woman but is currently doing his best to ignore women with dark hair. But she bumps into him and he's really really not in the mood for it. He turns to snap at her only to find a familiar but unexpected face. "Sera?" Even with everything going on, his face splits into a grin. "The hell are you doin' here?" Locke spreads his arms out for a hug, or something. Gods he misses being touched already.
I'ma do the things that I wanna do
I ain't got a thing to prove to you
I ain't got a thing to prove to you
