[ It's been almost two weeks since Bones left now, so really, things aren't as bad anymore. Sort of. Jim's shifted from hiding in his house like a hermit to throwing himself at his work so he can't think much about everything else, but when the end of the day comes, he still dreads being alone, the silence in his new flat.
He doesn't go out to drink every night, mind. Most times he jogs or goes for a swim, or does something else just to tire himself out. But some days hit harder than others, and today he found one of Bones's hyposprays on the shuttle, so.
He's at a bar, drinking. He's not completely drunk but he's just tipsy enough that he'd rather be chatting up some random stranger than wallowing in his misery by himself. ]
I can't remember the last time I actually met a tall dark stranger at a bar. [ No 'hi' or anything, just that and a tipsy smile, as he leans against the counter right next to where the man is sitting. ]
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He doesn't go out to drink every night, mind. Most times he jogs or goes for a swim, or does something else just to tire himself out. But some days hit harder than others, and today he found one of Bones's hyposprays on the shuttle, so.
He's at a bar, drinking. He's not completely drunk but he's just tipsy enough that he'd rather be chatting up some random stranger than wallowing in his misery by himself. ]
I can't remember the last time I actually met a tall dark stranger at a bar. [ No 'hi' or anything, just that and a tipsy smile, as he leans against the counter right next to where the man is sitting. ]