But I'm holding on for dear life, won't look down won't open my eyes, keep my glass full until morning light, 'cause I'm just holding on for tonight ✰
Drunk again. Like every night he didn't work. The almost respectable assistant cook who became a mess when he was given some freedom, who became a mess the moment he crossed the entrance of a bar. Pitiful little child, unable to bear life without his Ogden's Old Firewhisky. The clock was ticking and Noctis already didn't remember for how long he'd been there. A few hours, even maybe days. Too afraid to go back home, too afraid of the ghosts he'd see in his nightmares. Pitiful little child still believing in some monster hidden under his bed, ruining himself in hope that they'd let him alone. « Hey Noc. We're closing.
» A glower to the bartender. He didn't want to leave, not now, but he was not in the mood for a fight either. A sigh and a shoulder shrug ; Noctis got up then to leave the lousy bar. Maybe it was
time to get home. Maybe the shadows were already gone, banished by all the alcohol he drank. Or maybe he should have found some girl to keep him compagny tonight.
He was not even in the building when he heard the three knocks on his door. « OPEN UP ASHRYVER I KNOW YOU'RE HERE.
. A short moment of hesitation. He didn't want to go up there after hearing his name yelled like that. He didn't even recognize the voice; he didn't know why
someone would come in this rotten part of the city for someone like him. All this way to find a closed door. « Open up you bastard
» He hesitated again, tempted to leave, to find some occupation outside. But curiosity was stronger and Noctis wanted to see who was craving to see him that much. So he took the stairs - not sure he'd ever arrive alive at the top - just to see that guy. He didn't even remember his name, he was just the guy who sold him drugs
. A smirk on Noctis' face. « Knock, knock. Who's there?
» And he laughed like a madman. He laughed because he was too drunk to do otherwise, he laughed because he found himself hilarious. Noctis kept walking clumsily, almost falling on the ground with every step he took. That's the last time he drinks that much
. The last time until next. He walked past Andreas, almost ignoring him after having made his joke - but still laughing about it - looking for something in his pockets. When he finally found his keys, he tried o open the door where Andreas knocked a few seconds ago, his eyes focused on the lock he was unable to open. « i hope you're not looking for your money because I don't have it.
» He never had money anyway. The Rosier didn't pay him enough. People couldn't just expect him to be rich enough to pay his rent and buy alcohol, drugs and whores at the same time. Surely Andreas could understand that.