it seemed to be a night of 5′s.
$5 night at the bar-- margs, pints, anything you wanted (though the $5 shot was a pretty big rip off, not that anyone was sober enough to mind). 5 drinks? it might have been more like 7 or 8, really, who would keep count on $5 night? who would keep count for levi? he didn’t have many friends, but his bar buddies knew him well enough that he could drink any of them under a table. learned that from daddy, probably. everyone thought it, but no one dared open their mouths. levi was a decent time with them, no one wanted to jeopardize that. they’d seen him in the wild.
5 unread texts-- 3 from dahlia that actually coaxed a laugh from him, despite having to squint to make the words un-blur. 1 from jacob, and 1 from one of the girls who’s name he hadn’t quite caught with an attached picture, 5 of them squished together, barely visible thanks to the dingy lighting. he wouldn’t keep the photo. he’d keep her number, though. maybe.
5 minutes to get the right car, then unlock the door, then get the right key in the ignition.Â
finally, he was on the road. it wasn’t any different than usual, except his blinks were getting longer and longer. it wasn’t like he was some kind of fucking lightweight-- he could more than hold his liquor. but something about the combination of being up early enough to drop jacob off at school, working a full shift, all that booze, and now heading home around two in the morning was taking it’s toll on him. he probably should have gotten in that uber with the rest of the drunk idiots, but he needed the car to take jacob to school the next morning. in, what, 5 hours? god, his eyes felt comfortable when they were closed...
but then an ad on the radio would be a little too loud and it would bring him back to the shitty world of the living, where he had both hands on the wheel (10 and 2!) and he’d be back. he took a hand off the wheel to place a cigarette between his lips, quickly lighting it and tossing the lighter and the pack into the cup holder. inhaled. exhaled. focused on the white dashed line directing him where to go. blinked again.
5 seconds. his eyes were closed for a total of 5 seconds before he was far too close to daddy and the car going the opposite way. the apple barely even fell from the tree.Â
it wasn’t a head on collision, but it was pretty fucking close. levi’s black honda collided with the driver’s side back door of the red toyota going the other way, apparently. this is what he gathered when they pulled him from the mess and he got a good look at it. no one was injured, except himself. his arm was broken, but he was fucked.
goodbye, car. goodbye, job.Â
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