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the first place he went after the shitshow at the cemetery was the wheeler house. that was the designated meeting spot whenever something happened and he hadn’t seen or heard from the party since the afternoon before, which kind of made his skin crawl. if he’d been through...all of that, he could only hope his friends were okay. he was here to check. 

when he knocked, holly opened the door. at least it wasn’t ted, who was never helpful. “mike around?” she shrugged and turned to walk away. maybe holly took after her dad? sighing, lucas walked inside and made a beeline for the basement, taking the stairs two at a time and calling out “if you guys are alive say i.” nobody said i. in fact, it seemed like mike’s basement was mostly empty. he flopped down onto the couch unceremoniously.

well, shit. 

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That’s no dice.

He’d tell himself, attempting to recall how it happened. Today was one such day and try as he might he couldn’t remember what exactly he had done to pull his shoulder the wrong way. So Morgan would do what he always did at the end of a work shift: drink until the pain dulled and then crawl into bed and sleep the rest away.

It had been a month since he moved here and in that time the only pattern he formed was whatever bound him to his job. Boxed still lay unpacked and neatly stacked in his apartment, there was certainly no way he had time to pick his favorite bar if everything else in his life was still in boxes. So tonight the bar was Bloodhound and it was with tired hands and worn-out eyes that he dragged himself through the door and deposited himself on one of the bar stools, toward the far end of the bar itself. And it was only when he made eye contact with the bartender that he smiled wide and cleared his throat, “Guinness draught, please.”