Donovan had done his best to fill the time which for him went very slowly but it went nonetheless. He never admitted just how much he questioned his own view of things but there was nothing to point to anything else being true, nothing he could recall at least which left a bad taste in his mouth. Something he wasn't aware of was the slow Thursdays were often because of him being there at night which had driven out less tolerant people and even intimidated the tougher crowd who weren't sure what to do if Donovan well and truly lost it. These were the sort of things that he didn't know, he knew the general event but details were foggy which left it hard to reason around, but what was blocking it no one was concerned with because they had a far more present threat to them. Its hard to want to help a person who doesn't want to be helped or doesn't know what is wrong, his mother told him that once and he thought it was an opinion not fact.

On the walk over to The Malt Donovan wore a hooded coat, though he didn't mind the weather it just felt appropriate, just to keep what could turn back into rain off him and he started to drift off while he kept moving along. His other personality was starting to push him to the side glad to be awake and plenty pissed off about having to dredge his way through another god-forsaken night at the shitty dive bar. Sure Eden would be there, she would probably the only thing worth noting the whole night, but unlike his hopeless other this Donovan knew exactly what he had done and frankly didn't care, his so called friends annoyed him with their constant babbling or idiotic little ideas. He also had the feeling he might give Aya something to think about more so than usual, she had borne the brunt of a good deal of hate from him but she just kept testing him, maybe a slap to the floor would get the message across.

Donovan arrived off to an excellent start managing to menace most of the people currently in the bar with a scowl and his presence alone, if anything it kept the deadbeats and criminals away on most nights because not a damn person in the town wanted to be in his path anymore. He paced around a bit before removing his coat and placing it on his chair, people knew it was his now he made sure of that, before making sure none of the other bartenders or the like had misplaced anything and when he cast a searing gaze at a particularly loud out of town customer the man froze up quickly shutting his mouth before the Cajun shoved his foot in it. It was going to be an interesting night to say the least and Donovan was in a surly mood after Eden's visit, not because of her but because his counterpart let himself get drained over such a pitiful subject, if one of the two had been excited for the visit the other couldn't wait to introduce himself to Eden. The smile that followed the thought probably damn near gave the patron who looked over at that moment a heart attack because it was filled with more negativity than someone would think possible from one person.

[i]What perfect weather and a perfect night to show this old friend just who is in charge, not that pathetic weakling, but me! He isn't anything more than a cover up and I intend to prove such.[/i] Donovan thought if it even was him thinking it.