New Year's Eve
Jan. 1st, 2012 09:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
plantfoodAlthough he isn't prone to overindulging, Mathias is impressed with his own restraint when presented with so many drinks from home. It's been several hours now and he's on his third and last beer of the night, though he knows he could find any number of brands he's particularly fond of and suspects he could drink himself sick on all the things he misses from home. This third beer, however, is just enough and he's pleasantly buzzed, warm and flushed, feeling better than he has in some time.
The past few weeks haven't been hard. They've been good on the surface. He has friends -- good friends, people he's come to love -- and there's a beautiful woman who seems to like him. A woman he enjoys spending time with, someone Sam has taken to fairly well and Mathias knows that these are all good things and yet he can't stop and settle for even a moment.
He can't stop thinking about Veronica.
Things are good on the surface and he's always been good at making sure people only ever see the surface, but beneath that things aren't good. They aren't bad. But they aren't good and he finds himself feeling more and more guilty with every passing day.
The beer, though, has helped. For the moment, he's not thinking about much of anything except the music and the food and the beer. He's wearing a smile as he leans against the wall, his tie pulled loose and the top button of his shirt undone. The bottle is dangling absently from his fingers, though he hasn't forgotten that it's there, and when he sees Sookie, the smile only grows. He might feel guilty most days, but right now, it's just nice to see her.
The past few weeks haven't been hard. They've been good on the surface. He has friends -- good friends, people he's come to love -- and there's a beautiful woman who seems to like him. A woman he enjoys spending time with, someone Sam has taken to fairly well and Mathias knows that these are all good things and yet he can't stop and settle for even a moment.
He can't stop thinking about Veronica.
Things are good on the surface and he's always been good at making sure people only ever see the surface, but beneath that things aren't good. They aren't bad. But they aren't good and he finds himself feeling more and more guilty with every passing day.
The beer, though, has helped. For the moment, he's not thinking about much of anything except the music and the food and the beer. He's wearing a smile as he leans against the wall, his tie pulled loose and the top button of his shirt undone. The bottle is dangling absently from his fingers, though he hasn't forgotten that it's there, and when he sees Sookie, the smile only grows. He might feel guilty most days, but right now, it's just nice to see her.
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Date: 2012-01-24 02:19 am (UTC)"Okay," she says, because there's nothing else to offer. No apologies allowed, and no promises feasible. Her gaze meets his, but soon splinters away as she simply nods, weaving harried fingers in her hair and fighting the temptation to turn the other way. She'll just hold her ground, she thinks.
Because the last thing she needs to feel right now is the sensation of running away.