[The Oasis] I'm Gonna Swing from the Chandelier

Batty

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While the past few weeks had been archived in the part of his memory to never be spoken of again, Leeroy realized that those events were his call to intervention.

And he loathed that epiphany.

He had been a loner most of his life. Preferring the company of himself over copious amounts of friends. But as the saying goes, there's a clear difference between being alone and lonely. And over the years, that line had blurred to the point of dissipation. What was once black and white was now a somber grey. And every passing day, more and more would eat at him.

It was time to put an end to it.

He wasn't a fan of the idea of being laid across a couch while he talked to a man with a clipboard for eight hundred an hour. But once he caught ear of a man to talk to over drinks to work out problems, he had for once considered help. Because the demons he was facing couldn't be exorcized by his own hands. With a little whiskey and some outside help? Maybe so.

It was late at night as he approached the somewhat shady part of town. It was raining. Figures. He came up to the front door, hoping that he could just come in. It was a bar, after all. His thick hand softly turned the knob. Pushing open the door before he closed it up behind him. He breathed deeply. Here went nothing.

"Hello? Is anyone there?"
 

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This was all very... Odd.

The bar was dark. Empty, really. Which was odd, considering the weekend was swiftly approaching. Then again, he wasn't complaining. He wasn't about to spill his guts all over a guy that was surrounded by drunk assholes. He clutched the wallet clipped into his pocket. Ready to pay for whatever he were to order, or for the session itself. Or however the hell this worked.

He approached the seat, tipping his hat in a bit of a greeting. Quiet and stoic as always. Slowly he sat, looking down to the glass, before looking back up at the tender. "Whiskey. On tha rocks. Please." He almost grunted out, before tapping his fingers on the counter. Nervous, of course. But still keeping that almost unnaturally serious presence. "Oh an'... Good evenin', sir."
 

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[BCOLOR=transparent]This man was… Oddly quiet. There was no one else here, so Leeroy didn’t understand the silent treatment. Then again, small talk wasn’t everyone’s thing. Being a bit of a loner himself, Leeroy had to keep this in mind.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]What did come out of the bartender’s mouth was rather cryptic, leaving Leeroy confused. He almost vocalized this, but instead opted to keep his lips sealed. The slight deviation in his bland expression keyed into his attempt to decipher what he meant. Maybe his taste in poison told more about him than he realized.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]"I was… Referred here. By a coworker." He awkwardly spoke out. His gaze at the counter, as if to doge eye contact. "Told me ya specialize in… Talkin’ things out. And alcohol. This true?"[/BCOLOR]
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