Sam has no idea how long he's been here. Time is strange in Darrow in more ways than one and, even after a year spent here, he still can't quite get a handle on it.
But, really, in the grand scheme of things, time is pretty low on his list of troubles.
He's on his third beer now. Or maybe his fourth. The bartender keeps clearing way the bottles so he's lost count, and it doesn't particularly matter anyway. It's not enough, he knows that. He's still feeling, guilt and fear and a boiling, simmering rage in the pit of his stomach. It's still there.
Sam's beginning to think he'll never be rid of it.
A movement at his elbow catches his attention and he turns his head just enough to make out the person who's joined him, eyebrow arching when he sees the familiar flash of purple hair. "Mmm," he murmurs, taking another sip of his beer. "Long time no see."
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Date: 2013-05-04 10:56 pm (UTC)But, really, in the grand scheme of things, time is pretty low on his list of troubles.
He's on his third beer now. Or maybe his fourth. The bartender keeps clearing way the bottles so he's lost count, and it doesn't particularly matter anyway. It's not enough, he knows that. He's still feeling, guilt and fear and a boiling, simmering rage in the pit of his stomach. It's still there.
Sam's beginning to think he'll never be rid of it.
A movement at his elbow catches his attention and he turns his head just enough to make out the person who's joined him, eyebrow arching when he sees the familiar flash of purple hair. "Mmm," he murmurs, taking another sip of his beer. "Long time no see."