Drunken dreams

Nodding she took yet another swig from the glass.
"He's never around.. I'm always on my own... it gets so lonely... and I'm not sure if I can put up with his constant urge to fight all the time anymore..."

"Hmm? Who? Jakk?" He asked, confused by such a simple statement. Taking a quick swig of his drink, he continued to listen to her.

The feline just sighed and held her head in her hands "All it's doing is making it so much worse.. it feels like he's leaving me..."

Carlos patted her rather hard on the back, a drunken smile on his face. "You've come to the right place to forget about it." He said proudly, quickly removing his hand from the females back in fear of an aggressive reaction.

Sighing the feline rubbed her head. "Everything and anything... how things are going at home... wondering why home doesn't feel like home...."

A frown appeared on his face as the feline replied. "What stuff?" He mumbled.
Surprised at the reaction he had received, it was not what he expected at all.

"Tryin' tah stop thinkin' 'bout some stuff" she grumbled her reply. The felines ears were drooped quite severelly.
Usually she would have told the male to 'bug off' but she clearly wasn't her usual self.

Sitting down next to her, he placed his drink down and crossed his arms. Staring at Ruth intently. "What're you doing here today, then?" He slurred, clearly curious as to why she was here. He'd never seen her that much at that particular bar.

Her ears perked up and she looked over the green-ish black haired male and sighed before turning back to her drink which she now held in both hands.
The feline couldn't believe her life had come to this, sitting in a bar, getting drunk and desperatly hoping she could get suicide mistaken as a drunken accident.

An older man sat slightly along the counter, swirling his sunset coloured drink; a mix of vodka, tropical juices and a slight tint of rum. A unique drink that he had grown to love due to his wife. Mumbling slightly, he rubbed the arch of his nose glancing around the bar for a familiar face. One stood out among the crowd; A specific feline that he knew. Standing straight, stumbling as he did so, he picked up his drink and walked over to the feline.

heee hee XD here we go ;D
JACK IF YOU DARE BURST IN WITH JAKK'S ALCOHOL CLEARING THINGY I SHALL SHOUT >:@ remembered from last time N-R and Carlos ALMOST got it off XD *snorts*

A very drunken feline sat at the counter of a bar holding a glass of Hob Goblin cider in her hand staring absent-mindedly at the drink. She was starting to wonder if there was any point in being around any more. Jakk was never there, the kids were at school, she was stuck in the house of her own almost all the time.
Sighing she took a swig of the drink trying to take her sorrows away by drowing them in liqeur.
( cant spell XD)