Let's have another round (Jess)
Aug 28, 2018 18:04:13 GMT
Post by Edgar Sheppard on Aug 28, 2018 18:04:13 GMT
The amber liquid sloshed in the glass, the ice melted causing it to lighten in colour. Edgar had been nursing his fourth drink at the bar. Around him, a couple of patrons were engaged in their conversation and a few were crowded around the pool table. Timothy O'Toole's pub was a place that Ed often found himself holed up at when he had very little else on his mind but when the next round was coming.
Tonight was seemingly that kind of night.
He had run out of a job for Frank Dawson half-way with a fleeting promise to finish it. Edgar had realised that his knuckles had turned white, gripped tight around the spanner in his hand - his mind casted back years ago albeit briefly. The experience itself was suffocating and he couldn't quite grasp the situation at hand as he drove on down to the Pub, parking his truck in an empty spot.
Edgar sat back, his gaze unfocused as he tilted the rest of the liquid into his mouth, allowing it to burn down his throat. Nothing seemed to matter; not the fact that he had seventeen missed calls nor the fact that his wife had managed to text him almost just as many times.
Lois glanced up at the clock, her jaw taught and her face fighting the anxiety that she felt. She knew he wouldn't have liked her worrying, but that was before he had been hospitalised. She had put Tova to bed several hours ago, and the fact that Ed hadn't responded could only mean bad news, so she had turned to the one other option she had - Jessica, they had always been relatively close and perhaps she had a better inkling to where he had gone. She sent a message over to her:
Jessica "Jess" Ranen | OOC: I hope this works?
Tonight was seemingly that kind of night.
He had run out of a job for Frank Dawson half-way with a fleeting promise to finish it. Edgar had realised that his knuckles had turned white, gripped tight around the spanner in his hand - his mind casted back years ago albeit briefly. The experience itself was suffocating and he couldn't quite grasp the situation at hand as he drove on down to the Pub, parking his truck in an empty spot.
Edgar sat back, his gaze unfocused as he tilted the rest of the liquid into his mouth, allowing it to burn down his throat. Nothing seemed to matter; not the fact that he had seventeen missed calls nor the fact that his wife had managed to text him almost just as many times.
Lois glanced up at the clock, her jaw taught and her face fighting the anxiety that she felt. She knew he wouldn't have liked her worrying, but that was before he had been hospitalised. She had put Tova to bed several hours ago, and the fact that Ed hadn't responded could only mean bad news, so she had turned to the one other option she had - Jessica, they had always been relatively close and perhaps she had a better inkling to where he had gone. She sent a message over to her:
Dad's not picking up the phone. Was wondering whether you know where he is?
Mum xx
Mum xx
Jessica "Jess" Ranen | OOC: I hope this works?
