General Depression and/or Fatigue

Alecto sighed where she sat with her chin resting on the table before her. She was surrounded by mug upon mug of that lovely barley-wheat-something-or-other mixture. She felt fairly dull, thinking about all the chaos and ruin that was going on right now since that Harvey twat. She really couldn't care less about his mission, as where her world was concerned, there were people who survied and people who didn't, and it really didn't have anything to do with whether they had an empath link or not. So Harvey's propaganda really had nothing to do with her. However, to avoid getting jumped in the street she was wearing one of those pins.

She didn't like the pins, she didn't like having to swear allegiance to some asshole with no real authority over her. Bastards. The only person she worked for was Gardener, and that was because she had something to do with her life and something to get out pent up frustration and whatever. Right now, however, she was wondering about the little Diffie dude she'd met a couple days earlier. She wondered if he was okay. What was his name? Theo. Yeah, Theo. Hoped he hadn't been bludgeoned to death or something. A lot of familiar faces were trampled and bloodied on the ground. That was pretty balls. She sighed and ran a hand through her short spikey dark brown hair. She folded her arms and sighed as she sat up properly. Boredom. That hurt too.

Everrthing...whatsit...shucks, yesh..Yes. Sucks. Ugh, stupid bloody bar place, stop yer spinning, Theo doesn't like it. He does, however, very much like your beer. It may be piss-warm and tastes pretty similar - god, please let the barman not have pissed in my pint... Anyway, it's pretty bad booze but it gets the job done and if he may be so bold, may he have its hand in marriage? Wait, no. That's wrong. Theo shook his head, but shaking it off never works so in the end he just felt a bit more dizzy. It was a happy but bitter drunk sensation and seemed to contain a bit of confusion because Theo didn't really get it. Speaking of not getting it, why was he here again? Oh yeah, everything sucks, right.

Back in the unpleasant clarity of sobriety, Theo had decided early in the day to come here tonight and get so drunk he would think he were Alvin the Magical Piglet and sing songs about little goblins and their hats. In the early stages of buzzed-dom, he realised that his list of to-do's weren't in the right order. He was in a mood and wanted alot of shit that wasn't moral and probably wasn't legal either... He accidentally, however, went about trying to get a night of wild and crazy one-night-stand sex AFTER he started drinking excessively despite it being higher on his goddamned list. Yes, he got a bit of action.. but one girl turned out to be a man who's boyfriend felt rather upset by Theo's attention, and the other one... well, he got some action after a fashion, but a hard vicious slap across the face after slight molestation kind of wasn't what he'd anticipated.

After the sex he had planned to seek out some very VERY mild hallucinogens for the first time in his life to perhaps, for a little while, just forget about everything being so remarkably fucked up. But as he couldn't really even stand by the time he remembered that part, it wasn't really an option anymore. Eating pavement, on the other hand, was perfectly viable. He'd fallen over a total of about four times in the bar alone by the time he noticed that a remorseful looking Alecto was sitting at the bar with her chin resting on the table. She looked to have been doing some drinking herself... but he didn't know of what. But hell, even if it had been something with one syllable and a maximum of four letters in the name, he still probably couldn't have said it properly. His own name was coming out sounding something like "Twee...thhhhh... Thheeyoooo...heheh..."

He stumbled his way over and flopped into a seat next to her and smiled benignly. "Hwell, iff it...uh... its yoou. Muscles. Hah, snice to see you. Missed me, yeah? Yeah, you missed me." He patted her rather muscley shoulder and snickered, "Whatave you been drinking, young..er..lady..? Hey! Mister Barkeep! More of...whatever she's having."