Iowa | Sunday FT

[pursuedthestars]

Jim tended to frequent the local bars when it came to giving himself something to do. He felt incredibly isolated at this point and it was starting to gnaw at him. He was used to people, lots of people, and this whole thing where, unless he went and found people, he was alone was not sitting well with him. He did better with people even if it was people he hated or didn't know.

There were so many other people he would have preferred to be around tonight but that wasn't happening and he wasn't going as far as admitting that he missed anyone. Nope, wasn't happening. He was sitting up at the bar, flirting with pretty girls and guys and drinking whatever the bartender put in front of him. He didn't need to be the legal age here when he was a regular and he looked as good as he did.

Everything felt a little hollow though and that continued to bother him. It was like he was just floating through life when this should have been fun and that feeling was really starting to piss him the fuck off.

He tried to drink more to hopefully forget that feeling.

[NFB but open for the usual things, yes]