#sebastianwrites

The university's local coffee shop was Ben's number one favorite place to write other than the comfort of his own dormitory, though he was surprised to see that someone had already called dibs on his rooftop. He raised his eyebrow and approached the figure carefully, confusion across his features as he thought that no one else had known about this quaint little place except for him. Kirk must have given him access. With a sigh, Ben tapped the stranger on the shoulder and mustered up a half-smile at best, "So, you come here to write too?" He couldn't be mad that someone else was in his spot; thinking on the brighter side of things, this might just give him the opportunity to share ideas with another writer. 

Sebastian walks along the busy streets of Ireland, his journal in hand. He doesn't travel often but when he does, he makes a real point of enjoying himself. His best friends, Jack and Nate, decided that they wanted to go on a little trip, Sebastian included. One could call it a family vacations of sorts since the other two were siblings, and Sebastian was about as close as they could get to another family member, even if they weren't related by blood.

Sebastian had slept off his jet lag but woke up late. The others didn't wait for him but left a note saying where to meet up for dinner. He decided to just walk around and see what ever it was that he came across. It was only his first day, and he'd have plenty of time to do some real sightseeing later. Know doubt his friends would force him.

Unsure of where he was heading, he kept walking, simply enjoying the change of pace. Sebastian spots a small park and makes his way over to a bench. No on was there so he sat down, happy to take the opportunity to rest his feet for a moment and do a bit of writing. Parks were one of his favourite places to do brainstorming or work of any kind. He didn't really know why, but they were, and he didn't try to question it.

He puts his messenger bag on the edge of the bench beside where he was sitting. It was a small habit of his so that if someone else wanted to sit down, he wouldn't have to move his bag to make room, nor worry if they should try to take something from it.

Next he props open his journal to the last place he had been working on, and begins writing away, occasionally he'd erase something and reword, or rewrite what was there, and if one looked close enough, they might notice how he develops a slightly crease in his brow during moments of concentration, though usually, he tried not to think so hard.

Muse becomes excessively drunk for a specified amount of time, acting oddly and hallucinating occasionally. Muse may react to drunkenness however they please.

Sebastian stumbles, nearly losing his balance. He continues walking, swaying slightly as he does so. He squints in the distance, positive he sees a friend.

"Naaaaaaaaaaaate!" he calls out but as he does so, the image disappears and he blinks in confusion, unable to comprehend what just happened in his drunken state. He shrugs it off and tries to keep walking, most definitely not in a straight line. Sebastian trips over his own feet and as he goes to fall face first, he says a comical, "here we go," as he hits the pavement.

He groans loudly, having landed on his shoulder.

"Well, that's going to leave a bruise," he says aloud, holding his shoulder as he stands up again. He glances around him, arm still on his shoulder. Only now, he realizes he's completely lost.

"So what is all this I hear about topless Tuesday?"