life's a gamble

[wipeawaythedebt]

Booker's not drunk, but he wants to be. Problem is, work's been thin and he's losing more than he's winning these days. He's had streaks like this before, he knows it will get better, he's just lacking the motivation to make it better. To be honest, he's been lacking motivation for much of anything anything since Elizabeth left. Life's blended into dull days and fist-fight filled nights. Probably for the best she left he keeps telling himself, he's no one to be around, but at the same time it's a hole in his life that he misses. There was just something about her, her grit maybe, that stubborn way she digs in right when he thinks she should listen to him.

Damn girl's too smart for her own good.

"Another." He points to his empty glass and tries to tally what he's drinking with what's in his wallet. He should still be good if he nurses this one.

Pretty sure at least.

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[wipeawaythedebt]

"Maybe that's just it. Just being the horrible, terrible man I am." Taking a step back, he pulls the flask from his jacket and tries to take a pull. Empty. Figures. But it doesn't matter, it's the truth. She left him because he's a bad man, always had been, always will be.

[attitude]

"Yeah, okay. You're gonna get a whole lot of sympathy from me," Faye said sarcastically, watching as Booker stepped back. And, to be honest, there was a wave of relief which washed over her when he did. Shitty though it was to give to a type of intimidation so frequently used by men. "Knowing her, she'd probably take you back if you tried hard enough to change. But we all know how willing most people are to do that."