Love Again

Avi should have been slouched on his couch, watching a movie or two of his favorite movie trilogy, The Hobbit, for the nth time.

Or under his sheets, snoring the night away.

The idea of doing anything at home was ultimately appealing than sitting at the bar, around strangers; something he wasn't really fond of doing anymore. He admits it was very uncharacteristic of him to come, considering he would never in his lifetime agree to such frenzied social activities if it was up to him to decide but there he was.

Ridiculously sober even after a few drinks down, and feeling stupid.

Just why the hell did he have let his friend talk him into going?

Something was said to him about having a life and learning to have fun, at least once in a while. And he remembered trying to argue "I'm doing fine being in my own space, thank you very much," but rose to the bait anyway. So really, he only had himself to blame.

He did put some genuine consideration about unwinding though. Until he realized that being there at the club was far more annoying than feeling lonely in his flat.