He was drinking to the name of the dead. Even though Burrow was not that old to be feeling like the way he was. He was sitting at the bar drinking an “awful” drink, according to him. The bartender was a big guy with beard the color of orange with his giant head, his shirt you usually wear on the beach. The music was blasting, air damped, no one talking to anyone, this was the time of the day when bars feel more like right after funeral than a place for not so insane people with heavy drinking problem go, to talk to no one in particular and be left in solidarity. The bartender was joined by his companion, a woman in her thirties it seemed, she was going for the full goth look which wasn’t helping much to complement her appearance. Burrows thought “why is that the most dreadful, most ugly looking people are given the job to bartend at this time of the day”. “Do you want another drink mister?”, the woman bartender asked.
“Sure, why not?”
The person sitting next to Burrow was a middle aged male, “Do you come here often?”, the man asked with a bit of hesitation in his voice.
“Not this time of the day, but yeah, I do.”, Burrow replied.
“This is my first time here, or I must say my first time in this part of the town”.
“Good for you.”
“What are you drinking?", the man asked.
“Look, I don’t want to be rude, but I came here so that I don’t have to talk to anyone, so please.”
“Life’s been rough on you, I guess. I’ll leave you alone now”, the man said in a deep sympathetic voice.
“Thank you”
Burrow’s mind was starting to play tricks on him, he started seeing nimbuses around people’s head, color of bright green, orange and purple, the sound of music piercing his eardrums, the ground beneath his feet feeling uneven.
“I should get some fresh air", Burrow thought.
He stepped outside, decided to cross the the road unaware of the vehicles smoothing on the busy road, lights glazing, he was two step into his voyage when he felt someone pulled him with his hands.
He stared in the eyes like amber, hair flowing like a river.
“Are you blind?”, asked the person.
Burrow woke up at the sound of the alarm.
“Sure, why not?”
The person sitting next to Burrow was a middle aged male, “Do you come here often?”, the man asked with a bit of hesitation in his voice.
“Not this time of the day, but yeah, I do.”, Burrow replied.
“This is my first time here, or I must say my first time in this part of the town”.
“Good for you.”
“What are you drinking?", the man asked.
“Look, I don’t want to be rude, but I came here so that I don’t have to talk to anyone, so please.”
“Life’s been rough on you, I guess. I’ll leave you alone now”, the man said in a deep sympathetic voice.
“Thank you”
Burrow’s mind was starting to play tricks on him, he started seeing nimbuses around people’s head, color of bright green, orange and purple, the sound of music piercing his eardrums, the ground beneath his feet feeling uneven.
“I should get some fresh air", Burrow thought.
He stepped outside, decided to cross the the road unaware of the vehicles smoothing on the busy road, lights glazing, he was two step into his voyage when he felt someone pulled him with his hands.
He stared in the eyes like amber, hair flowing like a river.
“Are you blind?”, asked the person.
Burrow woke up at the sound of the alarm.
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