HARD TIMES - CALEB

[matthias james wheeler]

I KNOW ITS HARD SOMETIMES, BE CALM
I'M SCARED THAT EVERYONE IS OUT TO GET ME

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #42362C ;][style=width: 274px;][style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 453px; overflow: auto; color: #A79A8F;]Sir I really don’t think another is a good idea. Well obviously this new bartender was an idiot then. All the other bartenders knew by now to just keep the drinks coming and occasionally make sure that he got into his cab okay. Oh yeah Matthias knew that this stupid little boy was a new bartender because he was pretty familiar with every single bar’s staff in Los Angeles. Honestly it was an easy feat for Matthias with a super memory and twenty two years of alcoholism there was just no way that Matty couldn’t remember the people that supplied his alcoholism. With a glare Matty snapped back at the new bartender saying, I’ve been drinking longer than you’ve been alive, so maybe you should just give me another damn beer. The bartender had a confused but frightened look on his face. He was probably confused because Matty didn’t look like he was old enough to be drinking for as long as he claimed, but the new bartender probably just brushed it off as the crazy drunk getting his numbers wrong. The guy was frightened though because the way that Matthias had delivered his snappy reply was cold with a hint of anger. Today Matthias had taken a day off work, which nobody even questioned because the boss knew why he took random days off like that. Actually the only people that knew why on certain days, not even holidays, throughout the year Matty would take off work and usually come into work the next day with a major hang over or still drunk. The people that knew either were higher up in ranks than him, which really wasn’t that many people, or worked for the Advocates back when it happened. Today would have been his son’s birthday. If Brenton were still alive he would have been 33 years old. On days like this Matty got lost in his memories. He would sit at the bar guzzling beer and whiskey as he remembered the day his son was born or his first birthday or his first soccer game. These were the most miserable days of the year because no matter what he couldn’t escape him memories of what he had lost or what could have been. Sometimes Matthias would dream of what would have become of his kids if they hadn’t been burnt to the ground 22 years ago. Maybe Brenton would have been married by now, with a kid and a job, visiting on the weekends for dinner. Obviously it would only make sense that by 9PM he was pretty damn drunk, which is why the new bartender was pretty concerned about giving him any more alcohol. To be honest he was so drunk that he wasn’t quite sure if he had actually called Caleb ten minutes ago or if he was just going crazy. Right now he was pretty sure he wouldn’t even be able to stand without falling over, but he kept drinking anyway because it was the only way to dim the memories. On these days he would drink so much that the memories would completely go dark and he would black out for the night. Honestly Matthias probably called Caleb for a drinking buddy or a ride home or well actually right now Matthias couldn’t even remember why he had called Caleb. As a matter of fact he wasn’t entirely sure what he had even talked about ten minutes ago, which was saying something for a guy with a super power that gave him inhuman memory. Whenever Matty got this drunk his memory would go dim on recent things, but it was harder to forget things in the past, which is why he drank so much. Even now though he could still remember everything about his family, even the names of all the bartenders that had ever worked at this bar. This was going to be a long night…

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[caleb james sanders]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:410px; border:#000000 6px solid][bg=#f1f1f1] Caleb was having himself a rather peaceful and surprisingly quiet evening…at least he was for being on call at the hospital this evening. It was supposed to be his night off, but he had heard about a couple shortages in personal thanks to some flu or cold that was floating around and so he had called in, telling them to put him on the list just in case something came up. He was sprawled out on his leather chair, feet propped up on the foot cushion while his Rottweiler, Roxy, sat curled next to his legs and his Pomeranian, Chewy, sat on his stomach. Yes…Caleb had a Pomeranian and there was a reason he had named him Chewy; when he first brought the shelter dog home Roxy and his Pitbull, Chopper, had tried using the poor thing as a chew toy. A couple of taps on the nose here and there and they learned that just because he was the size of the Calico cat, Misty, did not mean he was a toy. And what about his devilish cat and his Pitbull? Well he knew Chopper was somewhere in his bedroom sleeping (probably his bed since the damned thing liked sleeping up there when he wasn’t around) and the cat? Well did anyone really know where cats went when they didn’t want your attention? He was absorbed in the book that was in his hands, blue eyes scanning and reading the words quickly, and other than the flip of a page every minute or so the only other sounds in the modest sized house was coming from the television. There was a basketball game that was playing quietly and every now and again his eyes would slide upward, focus on the score, and then look back down. Normally he was rather interested in the game and watched it with his full attention, but as of right now it wasn’t a game that he particularly cared about watching…it was just the only thing on. That and those stupid crime and doctor shows. They weren’t accurate in the slightest; occasionally they got lucky, but it didn’t happen often enough to make them enjoyable to anyone who really knew what it was like. His phone vibrated suddenly and Caleb blinked, marking his spot with the thumb of one hand while picking it up with his other. A frown crossed his face momentarily, having been expecting the hospital, but it was Matthias and he answered, “hello?” What came next was a mostly one sided and drunken conversation and Caleb’s eyebrows narrowed a bit; sure, he knew the man drank alcohol like it was water, but tonight sounded…well it sounded a little different than most of the other occasionally drunken calls he would wind up getting. “Okay, I’m coming along and I’m dragging your ass back home.” There was a muttered response on the other end and as Caleb hung up he wondered how much of that Matthias was going to remember. He stood and wandered into his bedroom to change out of his pajamas, grinning a bit when Chopper suddenly launched himself off the end of the bed and lay down on the floor, looking up at him with feigned innocence. It wasn’t like Caleb actually cared if his dogs were on his bed, as long as they didn’t make a habit of doing the same thing on his leather furniture; that shit was expensive. Two minutes and Caleb was in his SUV and driving out to the bar Matthias was at, navigating through the streets of the city and wondering how it was possible that they could still have this many people out during this time. And he wondered just how many of those people were driving drunk. Oh yeah, that was something he was going to make sure Matthias didn’t try doing, assuming the man was even able to stand by the time Caleb got to the bar. Parking, Caleb hauled himself out and shouldered his way past a small group of people who were crowding the door inside, barely even getting a glance from them, and then he accidently bumped into a rather portly man in a leather vest and studded belt. He figured the man for a biker, or at least a wannabe biker, and he actually looked ready to bitch Caleb out, but at six foot three and almost two-hundred and thirty pounds of muscle…well let’s just say most people just looked and left. With a light grunt, Caleb shoved past a few more people and found himself at the bar, eyes falling on Matthias. He sat next to him and ordered a beer, taking a sip of it first before looking at him, “I have to ask…do you even remember calling me? Because frankly, you look like shit man…” It was true. Matthias didn’t look drunk, he looked trashed, plain and simple. tagged matthias words 8-1-4 outfit here notes woo, not bad~

[matthias james wheeler]

I KNOW ITS HARD SOMETIMES, BE CALM
I'M SCARED THAT EVERYONE IS OUT TO GET ME

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #42362C ;][style=width: 274px;][style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 453px; overflow: auto; color: #A79A8F;]You know when you first start drinking and nothing you don’t feel the effect right away so you start drinking more and more and more until suddenly its hits you like a meteor out of no where. Well for Matthias it is that he drinks and drinks and drinks and then he feels drunk. On days like this, these special days, he won’t stop just at drunk. What Matthias wants is to blackout and not able to get over the hangover for days, which would probably make him drink to get rid of the hangover. When he told off the bartender Matthias was still drunk, but he wasn’t up to blackout drunk. He was, however, pretty damn close to his goal when Caleb walked into the bar. Usually Matty tried to keep a steady level of alcohol in his system usually so he was his typical form of drunk, angry. Now though Matthias was getting really close to loopy, goofy, stupid drunk. Rarely he let himself get that drunk because he is a calculating, controlled person so even when he was angry drunk he still controlled himself mostly. When he got to the stupid goofy drunk phase though he wasn’t capable of controlling or calculating anything. I remember… kind of Matthias said indignantly but ended with a sloppy smile before taking a long gulp to finish off his beer. He slammed his fist on the counter and demanded whiskey before turning back to Caleb and glaring. I do not look like shit Matthias countered angrily. Apparently he wasn’t completely stupid yet because he could still manage to be pretty pissed off at being told that he looks like shit. Sober Matty usually looked presentable and put together, sadly while drunk though appearances were low on his priority list, so he probably did look like shit. However the last few beers must’ve hit in soon enough. A group of people sitting in a booth in the corner cheered and made noises that made Matty turn his head to look. Somehow just turning his head was enough for him to lose what he had left of balance and he fell over, but at least he was able to catch himself on the poor bastard that was sitting next to him. The man glared at him, but it didn’t scare Matthias in the slightest, hell he’s seen way worse. He clutched the bar and steadied himself in his bar stool. Gulping down his whiskey Matthias looked over at Caleb with a goofy smile and said, Come on lets drink, the more the merrier mate! Matthias said whacking Caleb on the back, maybe a little harder than he should have with his super strength. When Caleb got drunk sure his super memory dulled because his brain got dulled down, but his super strength was a bit harder to dull down because that requires control and while drunk well Matty just doesn’t have that kind of control. As he waved the bartender back over Matty gulped down the rest of his whiskey and slammed the glass back on the table. Get me and my friend here some beers! Matty demanded. The bartender gave him a weary look as if he thought that more beer was the last thing that Matthias needed right now. He was probably right but Matty didn’t care he just wanted to get rid of those memories, he was getting so close to dulling everything enough that it was almost bearable, so close.

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