Post by TYLER JAMES ANDERSON, on Jul 21, 2011 16:01:58 GMT -5
It wasn't often Tyler went out for drinks. It used to be daily months prior, but ever since he figured out he was a father and he had fell out of the depression as easily as he slipped in... He had relaxed a bit, before stopping. Yeah, he'd have a few drinks with Myq or Carver or someone on the bus, but that was different then going out to a club and having a few drinks. Maybe it wasn't the smartest thing to go alone, but he figured what the hell, and found his way to one of the clubs in Pennsylvania. That, was of course, mistake number one.
He sat like usual, watching people... live. He wasn't into flirting with anyone- he was with Connor- and no one around was people he knew... so what else was he supposed to do? Well, obviously that was mistake number two. Especially when a girl who, if he was still bi and single, he'd date walked over, smiling at him charmingly asked him to dance. She was hanging all over him, and he really didn't appreciate the position. He moved her onto the chair beside her, smiling sweetly. He promptly shot her down, however, and watched as she angrily stomped off. Maybe a bit much for a simple rejection? He sighed, and let his fingers brush through his hair.
He left his seat for a few moments, a few fleeting moments just to get something someone dropped, whether it be someone's glass, or a purse or something... He just couldn't remember. Those moments were his last mistake. Or maybe it was actually taking a sip from his drink again. He finished it quick, before his vision started to become blurred. He rubbed his eyes, blinking a few times, not enjoying the sensation. He paid for his drink, deciding to head back outside and get some fresh air. Maybe that would clear his head. Maybe it was the fact he hadn't had anything strong in a while. He groaned as he walked outside, glad about the breeze rushing over his cheeks. He ruffled his hair again, thinking for a moment. Was he sick maybe?
He pulled out his cell and sat down in an alley, looking through his contacts. God knew not to screw with Carver right now, and he didn't want to bother Connor, especially because he wasn't feeling too well... Chelsea, maybe? She was nurturing, sweet... But by the time he decided on calling her, he felt his head slump back, and he slipped into unconsciousness.
Before he knew it his eyes were fluttering open once again, and he felt achey all over. He let out a loud groan, before his eyes opened fully, taking in his surroundings. He was still sitting in the same alleyway, although it was much darker. He had probably gone out at 7, when it was just getting kinda dark... now it was pitch black out. And god was he aching. He slowly sat up again, pulling his phone back up, still highlighted on Chelsea's contact. He punched call, and lifted the cell up to his ear, slowly getting up. It was so painful. Eventually, it hit voicemail and he cleared his throat, speaking hoarsely, “Hey Chels. I need your help. I just.. maybe just passed out in an alley. Don't know whats up. I'm heading back to the bus now... can-can you please help me out? I don't know what's going on, kinda worried. Thanks Chelsy-Babe.” He hung up, before slowly walking towards where he knew the buses where, just thinking.
Then it hit him. The girl. The club. Rejection. Him leaving his drink open for seconds, but just long enough for someone to slip something in his drink. He cursed lightly, before shakily starting to jog back to the bus, slowing once it was in view. He quickly stumbled to the door, opening it and crawling in on all fours. His stomach was churning, and he got up slowly, calling out, “Chelsea? Please let you be awake...”
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