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Apollo Flynn stood out on his balcony, letting the hot summer sun rain down on him. The rays of light made his skin shimmer, sending bolts of Vitamin D into his system. It flowed throughout his body like medicine to his strained nerves yet it wasn't quite enough to fully placate him.
Taking a drag from the thick cigar that hung in between the thumb and pointer finger of his right hand, he inhaled the tobacco: allowing it into his body.
A thin wisp of smoke floated from the burning end as he exhaled: emptying his lungs completely. Taking another drag he inhaled even deeper, his lungs spreading with the breath. The tobacco worked wonders but paired with alcohol, he felt fully at ease.
Picking up the glass of whiskey, Apollo threw his head back, swallowing the remnants of the strong drink. It burned in a soothing, masochistic way. His irritated nerves were now numb from the combination of medicines.
With it barely being afternoon, he was getting an early start on the alcohol. But it was much needed. In the few hours that he'd been awake, his nerves were rubbed raw. If he didn't calm himself down now, he was bound to beat some poor guy halfway to death.
After all, it wouldn't be the first time his anger got the best of him. At least he was trying to tame himself which says a lot for anyone who knows him.
It's no secret that Apollo has a short temper and heavy fists. It was more like common knowledge and people in the South knew not to get on his bad side. They'd seen what he could do when he was mad; one man still couldn't walk right and it's been years.
The apple didn't fall too far from the tree, it seems. His father, Hank Flynn, was the same: short-tempered and heavy-handed. However, the father and son were also very different. The similarities between them were few: especially when it came to ideology and what they considered right.
The strained relationship between the father and son was also common knowledge. Many times, the people of the South have experienced an altercation between the two. Sometimes it only last a day, sometimes it lasted weeks. It was bad but it never got physical, well not between the father and son, that is.
Speaking of Hank, he's one of the reasons Apollo was drinking so early in the day. One of the reasons. So not only was his father on his bullshit again, he also had to go down to his brewery and see what the fuck the deal was. It wasn't far but it was still a hassle.
That's what really tipped the iceberg: news that he received just minutes earlier. A business competitor had stolen an idea from him so he had to tweak his original product so no one said anything. That meant he was behind schedule for the release of his new flavored alcohol.
Apollo didn't understand how the idea was leaked but someone had run their mouth which led them to the current predicament. One so mundane that he didn't think it would ever affect him the way it has.
