03-16-2017, 04:40 AM
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Sebastian didn't make a habit of drinking, except for when, of course, he was already drunk. See, when you're used to greaser style roundabouts at any moment, you try to keep your head cleared and your hand steady. Your knife is never polished because the rust bleeds into the wounds, you never waste your energy so that you don't have an almost narcoleptic spell. The little bits and pieces that are so overlooked in life are centered towards one moment of preparation: the fight. But alcoholics, while generally being undependable, could always be counted on for returning to their nature when depression nicked at your ears until they were raw and fleshy. Him, with his long history of a dead father, abusive family members, bad boyfriends, shit friends, and oh, you know, the little thing called the fucking apocalypse, were enough to wear at him until he no longer had any skin or muscle, just bones.
The guy could hardly mind the company of Bruce or Johnny, who he swore cursed more than a fairytale witch, when the rest of the universe was slumming it. He picked at the dirt that had flown in from New York, unpacked its shit, and made its home under his nails. what a boring life to lead. money money money. that's where his head was at. but money was useless and careers were not really a thing unless you wanted to be a cub scout who sold death sentences instead of popcorn or a yee-haw dippe-de-doo-da warchief with my little pony band-aids who got high all the time. Such fun. Sebastian's favorite memory of his mother was her slapping him in the face and yelling "Stop being a piece of shit, I raised you with better manners than this. Stop being so damn mean." Which, he of course, found awfully amusing since she didn't raise him at all when he was born in the same room where she died of cancer. besides, meanness isn't something that comes and goes so easily, it settles like dust, and eventually there's enough to cause a dust storm and choke a person. it will only go away if the situation eases, but it never will, not unless you crack open a bottle.
If you know Sebastian, you know that whiskey burns his throat. If you know Sebastian, then you know that when his throat burns he likes to sing to try to cool it off. There's no logic behind it, but you're going to sure as hell want cotton or wax to plug your ears. He looks like a coyote, lean, golden curls, sharp eyes, just with a dirty stripped blue shirt that he's constantly pulling if he's nervous due to the general existence of pretty people. And he sings like one too. "DEEEEEEEP IN THE HEART OF----------"
Fortunately, he passes out as quickly as he starts.