nightmare dressed like a daydream

A human? That pretty? he idly wondered to himself, pulling out his phone to check his teeth. It was honestly a shock. There wasn’t really a pretty person he didn’t know in Aelton. Who was this guy anyway? He looked foreign. At least if things went poorly, the guy probably didn’t speak English. Although for some reason, the guy looked familiar...

“Excuse me...is someone sitting here?” Alex flashed the man a smile, motioning to the open stool next to him. Time to work that Marsh Magic.

The Grey Goose. That’s what his friends had nicknamed him after all the bottles he had consumed since he became an alcoholic. Any night they partied, Alex could be seen nursing his own bottle of Grey Goose, chugging away like it was water. Tonight though, he had an itching feeling he was being watched, and not by the 30 other people that occupied his living room. He drunkenly stumbled to the window, glaring out into the darkness.

“Hello?! Is someone there? Cause if you are, you can come inside so I can kick your ass!”

It was so damn annoying to have to take his bike in to a bike shop. He should’ve just summoned someone to his apartment to fix the bike, but his mother insisted that it’d be good for him to get out and meet the people who would be doing the repairs so he could explain exactly what was wrong. Alex’s opinion was that if he could minimize human contact, all the better. 

His beige custom made bike was doing something strange with the brakes, and he’d rather not crash because the brakes were broken. He walked into the building, looking around before his eyes settling on Keelin. He opened the back basket and pulled out his phone, tapping away a message to his mother before pocketing it.