closed starter for @xthetoddinatorx where: at shipfaced
He was coming off an all nighter, working at Starlight Bar until well past midnight, then sitting at his laptop to edit a novella his editor wanted him to complete as an exclusive for a horror convention, or some other event she thought could further boost his 'profile' or expand his 'market'. Sometimes he just smiled and nodded when she spoke about these things - if it meant he got to keep making a living as a writer he didn't care. Most people would have gone to bed after all that, but he was wired, pushed pass exhaustion to an other state. Sitting at the bar, decently empty, Linden looked up and down the bar and seeing no one he said, more to himself than anyone else: "who do I have to flirt with to get a drink around here?"
