Ace took one last pull from his bottle. That was it, he had drank himself past the point of being useful for his endeavors. Pushing himself away from his table. He peeled his eyes away from the dining room wall. A wall plastered with every scrap of information he could get on the death of his wife. He slowly walked over to the sliding glass door, opened it and walked through.
The fresh air was extremely refreshing. He was wrapped up into what he was doing that he didn't notice the stench of stale air, old booze and the slight sent of cigarettes. Placing a hand on the balcony railing and another on his head. He tried to shake the alcohol from his head. He wanted to drink more but knew better. He wasn't stupid enough to think that his way of life could be maintained. He knew deep down that something was coming. Something that would change his life. He would either end his life in a bottle or be raised out of it.
He loved the view from his balcony. Between the view and the breeze ot was almost his favorite place to be. The ocean was as far as the eye could see. The beach was off in then distance, the sounds of sea gulls could also be heard in the wind. He wasn't over looking the oceans but he wasn't that far off. As he looked out into the distance he forced himself to think about piloting a mobile suit and how freeing it must feel.