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Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
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An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
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There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
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Posted by Matt Morales on Mar 13, 2018 9:29:03 GMT -6
Adapted
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Feb 13, 2020 21:10:32 GMT -6
Lix
It wasn’t often that Matt came across someone like her. When he wasn’t drunk or fading into the darkest parts of himself, he enjoyed spending time with her. She was interesting to talk to, and she seemed far more genuine than many of the people that he saw walk in there. He wasn’t having some nothing conversation with her, even when he was.
She also knew things about him that most people didn’t, which meant that he had nothing to hide. Again, this was unusual. Most people that he talked to knew very little about him and didn’t care to change that fact. He was also fine with that setup; his business was his business. But to know that she knew all about his sh** and was still sitting there… that was a nice change of pace for him. For them both, really.
“You measure success in terms of not being kidnapped,” Matt said, shaking his head at her. He did feel bad about it, but she clearly wasn’t too beat up about that fact, so he wasn’t going to be either. Instead, he simply listened as she told him her experiences with starting her new job and getting used to it. It was always a challenge to adjust to a new routine, but for someone like Svetlana, he could imagine that it was even more difficult. She wasn’t a typical person - she had been kidnapped, came to the country as a mail order bride, and she was a mutant. Of course she would find it a little tricky to adjust to the new style of having someone depend on her.
With a smirk, Matt nodded at her statements. “It loses its appeal after a while, trust me,” he said. “What kinds of things do they have you doing, anyway?”
“I’m fantastic with weirdos,” Matt said with a wink. That was his job, wasn’t it? Being good with people? That, and pouring the right amount of alcohol for people. He was usually good at both. Of course, he didn’t normally share his deepest, darkest secrets with every pretty blonde that walked in, but that was a different story.
Still, the weirdos that offering up the services of an adapted would bring out would likely be more than he could handle. Svetlana was great, but who knew what a few more of her kind could bring in with them? There had to be people that would kill for that sort of power around them, or rather, lack thereof. He could do people a favour, but what would it be at the expense of? He was better off just keeping to himself. That much was always made very clear to him.
As a joke, he’d suggested that she liked the punishment of talking to him. Matt was good at distant relationships, and even better at pushing people away once they got too close. He was doing neither to her, though, and he couldn’t decide how he felt about that. Svetlana didn’t hate it, though, so that was a plus. They had been drunk, and so they’d poured out things that they wouldn’t normally have. He’d felt more exposed that night than he ever had, but it had been good. He’d needed to open those wounds a bit wider so he could lick them clean properly. If she hadn’t been there to help, then there would be no telling what would have happened to him.
He nodded gently at what she said, scratching the bridge of his nose with the edge of his thumb while he stood silently. His other arm had crossed over his chest as he leaned against the back countertop. What she said made sense, for sure, and it was true for him as well. “You’re one of a kind, Svetlana,” he started, sighing as he took her in. If she hadn’t caught him so off guard, or done most of the things she’d done that night, then he very well might have hit on her. It was good that he hadn’t, clearly. “Thanks for stopping by, then.”
Drinking on the job was not a regular thing for him; it was not even an occasional thing. He would pour beers for her, but he had no plans to partake. Instead, he could talk to her from behind the bar while he was working. Since it was slow, there was nothing stopping him from doing so, either. “So, then. Anything new? How’s the job been lately?”
Suddenly, Matt was remembering why he liked Svetlana in the first place. He did remember liking her, anyway. She was easy to talk to, with no bullsh**. There wasn't anything that she said that seemed to be as fussy as some of the people that wandered into the place. She just was. It was easy like that.
"Maybe I should start charging, huh?" Matt replied, smirking just a little. He had no idea what it felt like for her, but it must've been pretty good from the way she was describing it. Hey, personal spa was pretty marketable, if only to a select amount of the population. There was probably some sort of underground group that would want something like that. He wasn't seriously considering anything of the sort, but it didn't sound like the worst thing to just stand somewhere and get paid for it.
They'd cleared up the fact that she wasn't there to baby him, though, so that was nice, and he didn't mind if she really was just there because she wanted to sit in the aura. It would make sense, anyway. More sense than she just liked to join in on bar fights, anyway, although he couldn't quite put that past her.
"In case you were wondering, no, you didn't say anything embarrassing the other night. Not any more than I did."
Matt scoffed under his breath as he got out a rag and began to wipe down the countertops again. There was a little bit of blood that had been sprayed on the top, so it needed to be properly disinfected. "Well that's not really much of a consolation," he said as he worked. "I don't remember some of the stuff you said, either." There were clear memories from that night, but a lot of it was also a blur. It was hard to tell what was what sometimes. Had he really told her all that he remembered? And had she really been kidnapped three times? It definitely seemed like it.
"You must be a glutton for punishment, though, walking back in here. I'm surprised you even still want to speak to me," said Matt, probing just a little. Sure, she could've just wanted to sit in his aura, but she could do that silently if she wanted to.
Posted by Matt Morales on Mar 12, 2018 15:05:35 GMT -6
Adapted
#407184
Heterosexual
Sveta
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Feb 13, 2020 21:10:32 GMT -6
Lix
His first thought was that she just felt bad for him; that she had come to see whether he was doing alright because she might be worried that he was suicidal or something. That immediately triggered something within him. Matt was a particularly private guy, partially because he hated anyone feeling bad for him. He didn’t need pity, and he definitely didn’t want it shoved in his face. This wasn’t an ideal situation, either. Some girl walks into his bar and he ends up just making her sad with his stories? Yeah, that definitely wasn’t preferred.
The easiest way to get her off his back would be to just clear it up outright - he didn’t need her to feel sorry for him or make the situation any more difficult than it already was. He was fine getting through things on his own, and he didn’t need Svetlana to babysit him.
She, however, simply smirked at the notion, as if she hadn’t even been thinking anything similar. Matt narrowed his eyes at her, but didn’t say anything else about it. Maybe he had judged her wrong after all, or pushed his own thoughts on her. If some guy had done the same to him, then he likely wouldn’t be as cool about it, and it likely wouldn’t be on his list to jump into a possible follow-up conversation.
Not that he wanted a follow-up conversation now. He definitely didn’t want to relive any of that.
Instead, she asked about his aura. “Suppose so. I mean, I’ve gone this long without having it do much of anything, and that didn’t really change in a few days’ time,” he pointed out. “I think the only person it really affects is you, at this point.” As far as he knew, he hadn’t run into any other mutants. At least, no one else had commented on it, and it didn’t do much otherwise. He was still coming to terms with the… other things that it brought, but those weren’t at the forefront of his mind for the time being. He could work through them later.
“Don’t tell me that’s the real reason you dropped by,” he added with a raised eyebrow as he glanced back at the blonde. “Just had to sit in the radius?”
An odd woman had found her way into his life, and she seemed to be planting herself there, for better or worse. Matt cocked his head as he regarded her, as if trying to decide what to make of her. She had changed his general views the first time that she had walked in there, but he figured that would be it. She had only gone out with him because she felt bad, and she hadn’t even owed him that. A second visit definitely wasn’t required.
If it had been a different situation, he might’ve thought that she was interested in something else, but he hadn’t exactly acted like someone worth investing time in the last time they’d talked, and she’d made herself pretty clear. Perhaps she was just trying to be a better person, like she’d claimed? Did she think he was a charity case? He really hoped that wasn’t the case.
“Better, thanks,” he said in response to her question, looking back down at the table as he moved it back into place. Soon enough, the restaurant was looking just like it had before. The cooks had gone back to the kitchen, making sure that nothing had burned when they’d been forced to abandon their stations. It was just Matt, Svetlana, and a few unconscious people in the corner. Yeah, she most likely felt bad for him.
Walking back behind the bar, Matt didn’t look back up at her until he had reached the other side. He had been a mess that night, but he was picking the pieces back up. He hadn’t drank that much since, and he’d even set an appointment with his old therapist. He was a big boy, dealing with his issues in a big boy way. She didn’t need to waltz back in there like he needed saving. From the fight or his demons. “You really don’t need to worry about me, alright? You did your part, which I appreciate, but I’m good. You don’t need to feel bad about it.”
Posted by Matt Morales on Mar 12, 2018 9:15:10 GMT -6
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Heterosexual
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Feb 13, 2020 21:10:32 GMT -6
Lix
The glass scratched against the ground as he pushed it along into the pan with the broom. It wasn’t unusual for a bar fight to occur, but Matt had been pretty good about keeping them off his watch. When it did come to that, too, he was good at diffusing them, even if it meant bring out the shotgun - which was actually his boss’s. It wasn’t like he owned the place.
All things considered, it had gone pretty well. Most people were fine, and the property damage was minimal. It was thanks to Svetlana that he didn’t have a concussion, though. He had to give her that one. The girl really was something else. What were the chances that she would walk into the place at that very moment that a fight was going down? Why had she walked in at all? He had assumed that they were going to leave it at the one interaction.
“I’ve had worse,” he said with a shrug, keeping his hands away from the place where he’d been punched. It had hurt, sure, but he was playing the tough guy. He really had had worse, but that didn’t mean that things stopped hurting. He lifted the pan off of the floor and walked with it behind the bar, depositing the broken glass in the trash. In quick movements, he walked back and began setting the tables and chairs back up. A few chairs had been thrown, but none had been broken, thankfully. The damage coming out of his paycheck would be minimal.
His hands still positioned on the edge of a table, he glanced up at Svetlana with a curious expression. “So what’re you doing here, anyway? Other than beating people up in my bar. Those were some moves you’ve got,” he told her. It was amazing the way that she’d moved when she was in danger. He knew the history behind it, and he figured that she would likely want to learn some moves in order to keep herself from being kidnapped again. But damn.
She really had looked good, too. Matt had to make sure his eyes weren’t wandering too much as he met her eyes. Just her eyes.
His eyes followed people as they left the bar, staring them down to make sure that nothing funny happened on the way out. He could feel the bruise forming across his cheekbone and likely his eye, but he still felt like he had a good handle on the situation. The gun felt like a good weight in his hand, and he was nearly transported back to his time in the army. He’d gotten very used to walking around holding weapons during his time in service.
Thankfully, everyone seemed to take the hint. People were shuffling out, dragging people who hadn’t fared as well in the fight with them. It was only Svetlana who decided to stay. She was funny like that; always staying in situations that she would likely be better off leaving. Matt glanced at her before he lowered the gun he was holding, uncocking it and storing it back beneath the counter. Everyone had left, and he didn’t feel like he really needed it anymore. It was better to keep it until it was absolutely necessary again.
“Ouch,” Matt replied with a fake wince, balling up his fist and pressing it against his chest like he had been stabbed. There was nothing necessarily wrong with being American, and he had fought wars for the country that he partially belonged to, but he still felt like, deep down, he belonged somewhere in the middle of his two countries. “Right in the nationality, Señora.”
The cooks were dragging the people who hadn’t made it out of the fight as lucky. Some of them had been pulled out by the people that they came with, but many of those who were left had come alone. They were being lined up at the wall until they came to. It would be on the employees to watch them to make sure that they weren’t actually injured enough to go to the hospital, but if everything was alright, then they would be sent packing as soon as they opened their eyes.
Matt took the beer that Svetlana was holding right from her hands and replaced it with a fresh one that hadn’t yet been touched. “You don’t want to be sharing saliva with anyone in here, miss clean freak,” he told her with a smirk as he stepped out from behind the bar.
“Broken glasses come out of my paycheck,” he explained as he approached the messy main area of the bar with a broom and a dustpan. He pushed aside the tables that were blocking the broken glass in order to get at it before sweeping it into the pan. “I think I’m entitled to an extreme reaction every now and then.”
Posted by Matt Morales on Mar 11, 2018 21:10:37 GMT -6
Adapted
#407184
Heterosexual
Sveta
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Feb 13, 2020 21:10:32 GMT -6
Lix
Matt was a rather friendly guy, actually. Normally, people liked him well enough. He wasn't obtrusive, and most people didn't know a lot about him, so he was seen as more of a bar staple than anything else. There weren't many people that would be able to say that they knew him, but most liked him well enough. Svetlana actually knew him. Funny how that happened.
He had nearly been clocked in the head, though. It was aimed right for the back of his skull, which would have sent his face directly into the bar countertop and probably knocked out a couple of teeth in the process, but Svetlana stepped in just in time. Because of her, he was saved a severe facial injury, and that wasn’t even considering the fact that she had been a complete badass while she did it.
Matt turned to look at her, taken aback by the sudden movement. It clearly wasn’t military training, but it was definitely something else. The way that she had just moved over the table and taken them both out like it was nothing. For someone of her size, she moved with incredible ease. He was almost too distracted to do much of anything when she gave him the heads up, but he did move once the guy was almost falling on him. He stepped just out of the way, letting the guy catch himself on the edge of the bar instead. The edge hit him on the forehead, and he was down for the count, conked out on the floor.
“This is bullsh**,” Matt said with a sigh, stepping over the guy on the ground. It was getting out of hand. As amazing as it was to watch Svetlana, this needed to stop before anyone broke anything else. He walked back to the bar, narrowly missing a few fists and flying beer bottles. Once behind the bar, he reached down and grabbed the shotgun that was kept behind there for occasions specifically like that one. As he lifted it up, he loaded the barrel, making sure that the sound could be heard over the arguing and fighting.
He was just holding the gun in the air, but he still seemed to have the attention of most of the people in there. His handling was nowhere what it used to be, but he still more than knew what to do with a gun if the situation came to it. “Alright, now if everyone here isn’t either clearing out or sitting down in the next minute, then I’m going to call the cops.” He looked at the girlfriend specifically when he continued, “and believe me, that’s me being mister-nice-guy. I could call them up right now and give some descriptions if I wanted to. That, and I've been itching to test out this gun.”
Posted by Matt Morales on Mar 11, 2018 14:49:11 GMT -6
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#407184
Heterosexual
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Feb 13, 2020 21:10:32 GMT -6
Lix
Yeah, it was accurate to say that most of the guys in the bar were drunk. That wasn't super uncommon, though Matt was usually better at cutting people off. He just hadn't realized how much of a lightweight the first guy would be when he had poured for him the first time around. Things had spiralled much quicker than he'd expected them to, and now they were looking at an old fashioned bar fight. Complete with chairs being thrown around.
Svetlana was walking right through the thick of things. If Matt hadn't known all that he knew about her, then he might've been worried for her safety, but he knew she would be fine, even if he was shutting off her powers. Given the fact that an adrenaline boost to the entire bar didn't sound like a good idea at all, he figured that it was probably for the best. He was still surprised to see her, though. He didn't spend any more time glancing toward her in confusion, but his mind was still a little occupied with the fact that she seemed to walk in at the worst time. What was she doing there, anyway? They had exchanged numbers (at least he'd found her number in his phone the next morning), but he really hadn't expected much to come of that. He'd been a complete idiot that night, and she'd made it pretty clear that she didn't want anything else from him. So what was she doing there? And why hadn't she just texted?
Whatever her reasons were, she was there now, participating in a bar fight. She didn't even look winded. In fact, she looked pretty damn good while throwing punches and dodging blows. She really did have as much experience as she boasted. "No, it's not a bad time at all. Just having a friendly chat with some customers." Friendly. Sure. Chatting. Sure.
The guy under his foot was trying to get up, but Matt kicked him in the gut. He was down for at least a small count. Svetlana happened to alert Matt just in time for him to miss a bottle that was swinging for his forehead. He ducked down and extended his leg, tripping the guy so he ended up on the ground like the other guy. Drunk people got crafty with their weapons.
"Thanks," he called out, kicking the bottle out of the guy's hand. The cooks had managed to get a few people subdued. They were both as used to the drill as Matt was, and usually they made a fine team. Usually he wasn't caught off guard, though. The big guy was standing up, but Matt was ready for him. He aimed a kick at a rather sensitive area between his legs, making him fall back to his knees.
It was going rather well for Matt. It was just too bad that he didn't see the fist that was flying toward his head.
Posted by Matt Morales on Mar 11, 2018 13:59:48 GMT -6
Adapted
#407184
Heterosexual
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Feb 13, 2020 21:10:32 GMT -6
Lix
This was not Matt’s first bar fight. He was rarely one of the ones initiating something, but he was often caught between the folks who were. That was the life of a bartender, though - there was always someone drunk and causing problems that became his responsibility. He actually knew a few of the cab drivers in town by name at that point.
He had been thrown backwards into the table that the first guy had been sitting at, though, causing a mostly empty pitcher to tumble off the side and smash on the floor. It was covered mostly by the yelling and the punching going on. The couple that had been making out in the corner had broken apart and left altogether, the band had stopped, and most people who were left had moved away from the fighting. A select few, though, had taken it upon themselves to join in on the chaos. One guy even looked pleased about it. It looked like it was going to be on the cooks and Matt to control the issue. If they could, it was best to have things end as soon as possible.
He hadn’t taken any more blows than the first one, so he was fine to jump back into the fight and attempt to wrangle the biggest guy away from the littlest. He aimed a first blow to the guy’s jaw, which landed nicely. Since his injuries, his fists weren’t as tight as they used to be, but he could still throw a good punch or two. The adrenaline was surging him forward by that point, making him go all in. He had caught the attention of the big guy, which made him abandon his first target. It wasn’t looking great for Matt, but at least the little guy had the chance to duck away and lick his wounds before he started bleeding internally.
It would have been unlikely for Matt to even look up from what he was doing if he hadn’t heard that Russian swear. He looked up suddenly, confused as he surveyed the rest of the bar. There she was, dodging a chair being thrown. The last time he had seen Svetlana, he’d been the one drinking, and he had regretted it in the morning. She’d completely shifted his world view, and he’d been having off days ever since. It was actually the first day that he’d felt somewhat normal again since he’d seen her.
The moment when he’d paused had given the guy a moment to get a hit in when he wasn’t watching. The fist connected with his left cheek, sending him reeling to one side. He grunted as he stood back up straight, clutching the spot where he could feel the bruise beginning to form. “We can’t all play drinking games, can we?” he called out to Svetlana as he turned back to the guy with a new concentration. He brought his elbow up and hit him hard across the face and then followed up with an uppercut, sending the other man to the floor. Matt then dropped his hands to his sides and rolled his shoulders. He still had it.
“Just thought you’d stop by?” he asked as he turned back to Svetlana, putting his foot on the chest of the guy in order to keep him on the ground. There was still fighting going on around him, but he wanted to make sure that this guy wasn’t going to cause any more trouble.
Posted by Matt Morales on Mar 11, 2018 11:36:03 GMT -6
Adapted
#407184
Heterosexual
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Feb 13, 2020 21:10:32 GMT -6
Lix
“Alright, listen, buddy,” the first man said, swishing his finger around in an arch in the air as he spoke. There had been many beers poured for him that evening. Matt watched on from across the bar, pretending to be distracted by wiping down the countertop. The two men had been going at it for a few minutes already, and the situation didn’t look great. The tension was rising between the two of them, though the first guy seemed to be completely oblivious. He was definitely more drunk, and he was smaller, but he had a mouth on him.
The guy continued, swaying just a little in his seat, “maybe if your girl was better to look at then you wouldn’t have to prove your worth through these stupid little-”
Yep, he had been cut off by a punch. Matt sighed, not even bothering to look up as he dropped his rag and stepped out from behind the counter. Of course. They had lost track of their original argument several minutes before, and were just shouting insults as each other by that point. The guy really should have known not to insult the other guy’s girlfriend. It had been her, after all, who had thrown the first punch. Apparently she didn’t much care to be treated like an accessory or called ugly.
Matt approached with his arms out, trying his best to get between the three people who were blindly tossing their arms around at each other. All of them had been drinking, and none of them seemed to be able to hold their alcohol all that well. It was only a matter of time before they all exploded. “Hold-” Matt started, wincing as he took a slap to the side of the head. He held his arms out, having positioned himself between the two brawling men. His hands were on both of their sternums in order to keep them positioned apart. He had his eye on the woman, who was standing in front of him with a sour expression and her arms crossed. “Hold up, alright? You both need to get a hold of yourselves. I could care less about what you do outside, but if you’re going to sit in my bar, then you’re going to be civil, and-” he repositioned to avoid a fist to his nose “-you’re not going to cause any property damage. Got it?”
The boyfriend sniffed, but took a step back, looking toward his girlfriend as he straightened his shirt from the bottom. He was a big guy - at least 6’3” and built like a linebacker. But really, he only had a few inches on his girlfriend. The two of them looked like they could snap the other guy in half. “Got it,” he relented, though, glancing back at Matt with a stink eye. Matt dropped his arms to his side, letting out a sigh as he stepped forward. He had every intention of going back behind the bar and letting the two of them sort it out with fewer fists involved.
The girlfriend had other intentions, though. As Matt stepped forward, she pushed him back, making him stagger back in surprise, stopped only by the table behind him. The furniture scraped against the tile floors as it moved backwards with his sudden weight. Before he could stop anything, the three of them were going at each other again. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the cooks stepping out of the kitchen to help (the real reason they often hired larger folks for the job), but they were going to be a little late. The boyfriend had already grabbed the first guy by the shoulders and was ripping into him with a set of repeated blows to the stomach.
Posted by Matt Morales on Mar 10, 2018 22:00:25 GMT -6
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Heterosexual
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Feb 13, 2020 21:10:32 GMT -6
Lix
She was more dangerous than she looked, that was for sure. Matt had made the joke that he was lucky he hadn’t gotten punched, and she took it a step further. That was as lucky he was going to get, apparently. Matt leaned back in his seat, rubbing his eyes with his first finger and his thumb as he chuckled. Sure, she was gorgeous, but for him to think that he was getting anything other than a drinking buddy that evening, then he would’ve needed to be even stupider than he was.
Or drunker.
”F***, how often do guys expect that from you?” he asked, leaning forward in a quick motion again. He’d blown any chance that he would’ve had with her hours ago; he knew that. Maybe under different circumstances, but definitely not that night.
She had responded to his thank-you by saying that she felt bad, which was somewhat fair. He’d been completely caught off guard by what she’d told him. He might’ve dragged her down the rabbit hole, but she’d given him the push in the first place. [collar=407184]”I guess that’s true. I’m not really ‘normal people’ anymore, am I?”[/color] There would be no more hiding; no pretending or playing dumb.
It was a good f***ing thing that he was drunk.
”Yeah, well thanks. You’ve got the patience of a f***ing saint, Svetlana.”
Neither of them had keeled over yet, which was a sign that neither of them were strangers to drinking a little more than average. For Matt, it had been a while, but he was still around alcohol every night. He was reaching his limit, without a doubt, and feeling it, but he was still sitting upright. God, would he regret it in the morning, but he was doing alright for the time being.
Svetlana, too, seemed to be doing just fine. She didn't seem like an alcoholic, but then again, they came in all forms, didn't they? There was a very good chance that that was how she chose to deal with all the sh** in her life. It wasn't exactly uncommon, and it would make sense as to why it had taken her so much to get drunk.
Still, it was out of practice for him to sit down and drink that much, especially if it was something like vodka. He'd been through some rough stuff that night, and the numbness of it all was helping him get through. Svetlana was helping him get through, too, really. She was a good distraction, and she was good at keeping up conversation once she was going. Neither of them were holding back by that point, and it was a nice change of pace.
After three kidnappings, it was no surprise that she also suffered from PTSD. Most of Matt's responses were turned inwards, but from the sounds of it, hers were turned outwards. "Damn," he mused, imagining the young blonde woman as some sort of punching vigilante. He had no doubt that she would be able to punch with some power, too, especially if she had never lost one. "So I guess I should count myself as lucky since I haven't been punched yet?" In all fairness, he had dragged her to a different bar and had been pretty rude at the first one. He wouldn't be all that surprised if she said that he deserved it.
"Thanks, by the way. Y'know, for this," he said, gesturing with the empty shot glass in his hand. He was drunk enough to be numb for the night, and he already knew that his hangover was going to suck enough in the morning as it was. He was okay stopping there, without ever finishing a bottle of vodka.
Posted by Matt Morales on Mar 9, 2018 23:12:41 GMT -6
Adapted
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Not everyone was as well-read or well-versed with some aspects of the English language. Backtracking, Matt muttered silently through his last sentence until he came back to the word that she had been tripped up by. “Oh. Misanthropy - it means you don’t like people,” he said, dumbing it down for her. That was a nice way of putting the word. She wasn’t necessarily a misanthrope at the base definition of the term, but she certainly wasn’t as social as most. She seemed like she’d gotten the short end of the stick enough times to be a little more wary about forming connections than other women were at her age.
They were still going with the game, but Matt was starting to run out of good statements to make. He hadn’t ever sat down and finished an entire bottle of something in one night, though, and they were looking like they had pretty good odds of doing so if they kept going at that rate.
But boy, it was really starting to take its toll on him.
“Sh**. You’re right,” he said, picking up the bottle and blinking at it. Maybe he was more drunk than he’d even thought. “Well, I haven’t done that, either. I don’t drink vodka, usually. I like whisky much better.”
They had disagreed about whether or not whisky was good, but Matt didn’t really mind. On a regular night, she could keep the vodka and he’d be able to stick to something better. “Yeah, I guess you could say I have experience. I uh…” he trailed off and took in a breath before continuing. “After Sophie - my wife - died I spiralled for a while. I was the definition of a waste of space, really. You get good at keeping it together when it’s all you’re doing.”
