[table][row][color=#2e2c2c][sup][h3][b] ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[right]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/right] [/b][/h3][/sup][/color][/row][row][cell][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/824488408562794527/967592442486460476/unknown.png[/img][/center] [indent][color=d3d3d3][sub][color=black][b]"What made you come back."[/b][/color] Lucas was admittedly caught off-guard by the question, not expecting it to come from a stranger. Still, the question was intriguing enough for him to entertain. At first, when that email was sent out, he was stubborn about not attending out of fear. Fear of reliving the dreadful years of adolescence. But then he talked to his therapist about it. They told him to go explaining that it was a once-in-a-lifetime chance to resolve... well, everything. From his abusive strict parents to his oppressing time in that shitty high school. So, after much deliberation, Lucas brought a bus ticket to Delton, packed a travel bag, and replied to the email with a simple "will be there" response—all occurring last night in quick succession. Upon using the lighter—the flame dancing along the wind—to lit his cigarette, Lucas had an answer to the woman's question. He inhaled and exhaled the smoke, holding the cigarette with his pointer and middle finger while shrugging nonchalantly as if he didn't spend time pondering on an answer, [color=black][b]"Nothing. I doubt anyone, especially my folks, are still eagerly waiting for my return after five years gone."[/b][/color] Lucas inhaled and exhaled the smoke again but flicked off the fine gray ash from the tip of the cigarette. Noise from inside the establishment was getting louder, like it was enticing outsiders to come on in. So far, its trance was working on him; but first, he needed to finish. [color=black][b]"No, I am doing this for me and me alone. I need to get my shit together and be a better person. And coming here's the first step, or so that's what my therapist told me yesterday."[/b][/color] [color=black][b]"Although, I have to admit that the breadsticks were a pretty good incentive too."[/b][/color] Lucas smirked at the woman, dropped his cigarette butt onto the asphalt, and crushed it with his combat boot. Then he made his way inside and was instantly overwhelmed by the atmosphere. The tightly packed tables exhibited indistinct chatter, the [url=https://youtu.be/oTM3YPTYNo0][color=darkgray]alt-rock[/color][/url] playing on the sound system, and the picturesque drinks being served at the bar. It made him thirsty. So he went over to the bartender and placed his order for The Grey Fox (a non-alcoholic drink made with fresh lemon juice, rich earl grey syrup [earl grey tea and sugar], aquafaba, tonic water, and a sprig of lavender) and, of course, breadsticks with spicy marinara sauce. [/sub][/color][/indent] [center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/824488408562794527/967592442486460476/unknown.png[/img][/center][sup][color=#2e2c2c]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/color][/sup][/cell][cell][img]https://txt.1001fonts.net/img/txt/dHRmLjI0LjAwMDAwMC5URlZEUVZNZ1YwRlVVMDlPLjA/montserrat.regular.webp[/img] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/588109950006329429/1082165710219911300/image.png[/img][sub][sub][center][img]https://media4.giphy.com/media/v1.Y2lkPTc5MGI3NjExOWU3YTU2OTUzYjFkOGZmYzNjNzliZThkNGUxNWRhZjAyMmIyMzMyNCZlcD12MV9pbnRlcm5hbF9naWZzX2dpZklkJmN0PWc/ldaKHA83EtwhG/giphy.gif[/img] [/center][/sub][/sub] [sup][color=black][b]█ [sup] [/sup]#1.01 WAY DOWN WE GO[/b][/color] [url=https://youtu.be/fWE7U1ZbG4Q][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/588109950006329429/1082586783436525618/image.png[/img][color=a9a9a9]pride — american authors[/color][/url][/sup] [indent][sup][color=d3d3d3]parking lot [color=black]▸[/color] p. johnson's [interior] interacting with: cj markowitz/[@TGM][/color][/sup][/indent][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/824488408562794527/970459343667494932/unknown.png[/img][/center][sub][color=#2e2c2c]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/color][/sub][/cell][/row][/table]