It was quiet. A dark serene, calm night. The moon was nowhere in sight but the stars shone high above. They sparkled over and over like diamonds in a beam of light. The air was cold and a breeze flew around.
“Fuck you!” There was a slam on a dark door. A man walked out holding a bag . Another man ran out. “You can’t run from your problems Dad!”. He wore a dark leather jacket. It looked oversized and he walked in a sort of slumped manor. He threw his hands in a ‘whatever’ motion. He rubbed his hands through his dirty blonde hair and coughed. His nose was small and his lips pursed out a bit.
“Fucking ass.”
He walked the opposite way. His green-hazel eyes gleamed each time they passed a street lamp. His boots made a hard thud when they would hit the ground. He turned into a bar.
Music played in the background and the obvious pool players were on the side. He took off his jacket to reveal a red-plaid shirt. He was young. The bartender noticed but he didn’t say anything about it.
“I need a drink.” he said as he sat down. He rubbed his face.
“ID please.” The young man’s eyes widened.
“Yeah okay. No problem” He reached into his pocket. He opened his tattered wallet and searched through it. He pulled out his ID that read the age of 23. He tucked the real one behind a dollar bill.
The bartender smiled. He knew it was fake by the expression he made.
“Did you drive here?” He asked him.
“No… My car’s in the shop.”
“Alright. What’ll it be?”
“I’ll take a Bud.” The man hands him a bottle of Budweiser. “Thank you.”
The dirty-blonde haired man sat and drank his beer. He tugged at the paper that was soaked in water from the condensation build-up. Why am I here? He thinks. His face is staring down at his bottle. His depression is written all over him.
The bartender walks back over. “So what’s your real name?” The man nearly choked on his beer. The bartender laughed.
“Dean… ahem, it’s Dean.” he continues to cough as he let his hand out for a handshake.
“Nice to meet ya. I’m Gabriel.” His brown eyes stood out with a laugh as Dean still choked on himself.
The two men shook hands.
“How did you know it was a fake?” Dean looked at him.
“Kid, I wouldn’t have even guessed it was fake until I saw your expression when I asked for it.”
Gabriel winked. “Chad Nortington…” He shook his head.
Dean chuckled a little and Gabriel smiled back, then he walked towards another man.
Dean’s eyes were weary. His head was heavy as if he had the world on his shoulders.
Dean was upset. He looked as if he was trying to hold back tears. “Damn Dad you are.” He whispered to himself.
Dean saw Gabriel talking with a man walking through the back door. Dean only saw a silhouette of his figure and his raspy sounding voice.
“Calm down everything is fine.”
“Everything is not fine!” The man said.
“Don’t worry. Just go for a walk then come meet me upstairs… I’ll get Rick to take my shift.” He put his hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry about it kid.” He joked.
