The world’s spinning, making waves beneath his feet and he’d already landed on his ass once while he’d tried to make the trek home from the bar to his apartment. It had been a different bar than he’d been to before, trying to find a place for himself that made sense. Turns out he wasn’t really sure if he liked smaller towns. New Orleans had been fantastic. St. Louis as well. The bigger, the better and the more it had to offer someone like him.
Here, it seemed like he couldn’t go anywhere without running into someone he recognized. And while it typically wasn’t a bad thing, there was also the very real thought in his head that he was already getting closer to people than what he was used to. Sam one of them. He’d found a kindred spirit in her, as ridiculous as that sounded with everything he’d gathered from her. Typically, he’d spend a night like this out drinking with her. But she had a job and so did he and they didn’t always align.
He’d drunk far more than he’d meant to and it resulted in him swaying down the street at one in the morning trying to make his way into some sort of familiar territory. This was his town now, he had to get to know it. Except he didn’t. And he was too drunk to think of the idea to call for an uber. If he’ll claim that his thoughts were desperate times called for desperate measures, there was an even bigger thought in his mind that Monty had come over after work. That he still didn’t know what that meant about each other, but tonight he was too drunk to care.
And obviously too drunk to make it home.
So he found himself on the sidewalk. Not even a bench or a stone to sit on, just the sidewalk, on the curb, with his elbow resting on his knee and the other holding his phone out in front of him, dialing Monty’s number. When the phone picked up and he heard the man’s voice, he smiled, forgetting for a moment why he’d called the man.
“Hey, Monty, hey,” he greets, like the man was the one who called him. “Are you busy?”
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