"How do I do this? How do I face this alone?" He thought reading the papers the doctor had given him. His life it seemed had a time limit yet...they couldn't tell him how long. He spent the next few days looking at the x-rays. And talking about options and his little sweet time. He talked about everything letting the news sink in. He was on borrowed time and that's all it could mean now. He'd have to live like he was dying. Which he was. The x-rays showed the mass clear enough spreading from one part of his body to another. He threw the papers across his bedroom hating the news but it was sinking in. The anger a sign of him wanting to fight back. Wanting to live. But how? They couldn't stop it. They couldn't take it out it was to advanced. Even the doctors seemed to have no hope of helping him anymore. he walked to his kitchen making a few calls to let everyone know as he pulled open a cabinet and pulled a Amber bottle free opening it and taking a long swig from it. The burn reminding him he was still here still walking this world. "Stupid...how do I feel fine but they say this? How can my body Betray me in such a way. I'm only in my 20's. Got to be something I can do."he muttered to himself as he took a second drink. He hung up the phone a while later as he sighed looking around..his dark brown eyes taking in his small home. It wasn't much but it was his. He didn't share it with anyone and at this point he was happy he didn't have those attachments just yet. No need right? He wouldn't be here much longer. He growled heading towards the door grabbing his coat and heading outside into the nights sweet embrace. He pulled the coat on heading down to a local bar. One that was known as a bad place for many had disappeared from there never to be heard from again but he didn't care at this point. Again no need if he had days or months left. Let someone get some joy from his useless existence he thought.

Pushing the door open he walked in taking a seat at the bar. The stool digging into his smaller body. He shook his head ordering a scotch and rocks as he took the sip. The burn from before returning and calling him deeper into the bottle. (This is where I need someone to pick up. This is open ended as I don't know if he's to die or not..it can be slice of life till he does or it can be supernatural. Up to you. Prefer more then one line but won't pass it down. Also atleast one reply a day to keep it moving. Dm if interested)

Her eyes rose from the glass she had been polishing as the little bell rang that hung above the door. It was a quiet night, not many people came in for a drink on a Tuesday night after all. She watched the figure walking towards the bar and plopping himself down in the stool that was there. He didn't hesitate a second before letting her know what he wanted, a scotch on the rocks. "Coming right up." she answered him back, her voice smooth and sweet as she usually made it sound towards customers. She looked him over once again before she turned around to scoop the glass full of ice. She had not seen him before, or at least she had never noticed him. It made her curious about why exactly he had decided to show up on a Tuesday of all days. She put a few good chunks of ice in the cleanly polished glass and served it in front of him. She turned around once more, grabbing the bottle is scotch in one smooth motion and pouring his drink at the end of her twirl. "One scotch on the rocks." she smiled at him. He didn't even seem to mind her much as he picked up his glass and took the first sip of it. That is when she noticed it, the look in his eyes. It instantly became clear why the man had come here to drink that night. Desperation had brought him there. Or at least something close to him. "You let me know when you need another." she simply said, he would probably drink many more.

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