he’s surprised – and somewhat relieved – to see someone at the bar as he turns. this is always a rather dull night, almost painfully so, the place almost dead save for a few regulars. they’re strangers to him, with his memory in the state it is, but he can tell from the way that they speak to him that he’s meant to recognise them.
“you alright, man?” he asks, hoping he’ll be able to strike up a conversation. gently, he places down the glass he was going to take outside to smash. talking to someone will hopefully shove away the painful thoughts. “i’ll be happy to listen if you need it.”
Car trouble in the middle of nowhere landed Blaine stranded in a town he’d never been to. Compared to New York City, it felt like one of those blink and it’s gone type places even if it wasn’t what most people would consider small. Hauntingly reminiscent of Westerville, Ohio. It made him realize he’d been avoiding going home for far too long and after Los Angeles? He really should call Sam and make a trip there to catch up.
Either way? He was stuck staying here until they fixed the problem. Having a drink seemed like the easiest way to calm his nerves before shutting himself away in his motel room.
Two rounds in and the reason why he was on the road came creeping back in his head leading to the thoughtful pout that must’ve gotten at least one person’s attention. Blinking out of it, he turned his head and scrunched his nose apologetically, his thumb tapping against the rim of his glass. “Long life day. Broke down about twenty miles outside of town this afternoon. Only now getting settled in from the mess it was. Looks like Los Angeles is going to be a much longer drive than I was planning on,” his smile grew, “I’m Blaine. What are you drinking?”
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