Bastian pouted a little at that. "Aw, so soon? We were just getting to know each other," he complained. He really did want to spend more time with Corbin. He seemed like such an interesting person, and he felt like if he left now he might never see him again. But at the same time, he knew that probably wasn't true. He was just letting the alcohol get to him
“I’ll calll you or something,” Corbin said after a moment. Would he really do that? Or was he just saying that in an attempt to make Bastian feel better.
"Cool, cool," Bastian said, flashing him a smile before taking a swig of his drink. He gave Orion a small wave before resting back against the counter
Corbin gave Bastian a brief ‘goodbye’ before stepping away. He used his crutch to help himself walk, Orion’s leash in his other hand as the dog followed right next to him. He left the nightclub, huffing to himself as he walked down the sidewalk. He couldn’t drive, was told that because of his PTSD, he could have an episode when driving and crash.
Bastian leaned back against the counter. He let out a sigh as he finished his bottle of bourbon before tossing the bottle in a nearby trash can. He debated going and dancing again, though oddly enough he really just wanted to sleep now. He got to his feet, reaching for his jacket and tugging it on before making his way towards the elevator at the back of the club
After about 10 minutes of walking, Corbin reached his small home. He unlocked the front door and unclipped Orion’s leash. He let Orion inside, then went inside after. He huffed sharply, thankful to be back in his quiet home.
Bastian stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for his floor. He stepped out of it a moment later, running a hand through his slightly messy hair as he made his way towards his apartment. The nightclub had been made out of an abandoned five-star hotel several years ago, and many of the employees lived in apartments made out of old rooms
Corbin locked the door behind him before making his way down the hall and to his bedroom. He leaned his crutch up against the bed, sitting down to pull his boots off.
Bastian eventually made it to his apartment, yawning as he fished the key from the necklace he kept it on underneath his shirt. He fumbled with it for a moment, struggling a little in his drunken state. Eventually he managed to unlock his door, and he stepped inside before promptly flopping down on the couch
Corbin then took off his pants, jacket, and tshirt- changing into a simple tshirt and pair of loose sweatpants. He sat back against the edge of his bed, sighing as he reached down to massage the back of his aching leg.
Bastian rubbed at his eyes, groaning as he did so. He was starting to feel like shit for no good reason, and all he wanted to do was melt into the couch. He laid there for a minute before forcing himself to get up, ambling into his room before flopping onto the bed. He couldn't even remember what day it was anymore
Corbin huffed as he whistled for Orion, who came padding in a few moments later. He moved so he was under the covers and laying down. Orion hopped up onto the bed, laying next to Corbin.
Bastian kicked his shoes off before crawling under the covers. He all but sank into the overly fluffy sheets, throwing them up over his head and practically burying himself in the ridiculous amount of blankets and pillows
(Should we do a time skip?)
(sure)
(Okay)
Corbin’s alarm clock went off early the next morning. He yawned, giving a tired hum as he rolled over, switching it off. He laid there for a moment longer before sitting himself up. Orion was already awake, laying by his feet now towards the end of the bed. He reached down, giving the dog’s head a pat before forcing himself up and out of bed.
Bastian's morning hadn't been very pleasant. Normally he would sleep in until almost lunch time, but a particularly vivid nightmare had ended up wrenching him from his sleep at roughly five in the morning. He was on his fourth cup of coffee, and had kept his pet ball python wrapped around his neck comfortingly almost all morning
Corbin didn’t use his crutch to walk into the kitchen as his leg didn’t ache bad at the moment. He simply carried it as Orion padded close behind him. He made himself a cup of coffee, sitting down at his kitchen table to drink it.
Bastian sipped his coffee, his head throbbing a bit from being hungover. He finished his coffee with a sigh before walking into the kitchen. "Looks like it's time to feed you, huh?" he said to the snake, which seemed to perk up at the mention of food
Corbin continued to sip his coffee, looking over to make sure that Orion had some food and water in his bowls. He gave a soft noise, looking over where a small slip of paper was sitting on the nearby counter. Bastian’s number, he thought, recalling the drunk man from the night before.
Bastian reached into the fridge, pulling out a tub of mice. He grabbed one and popped it in the microwave to defrost it while his python looked around with its tongue stuck out a bit dorkily. "Don't worry Monty, you just have to wait a few minutes," he chuckled
Corbin wondered if he should call Bastian, but decided against it. He wouldn’t, at least not at the moment. He might do it later, possibly, if he was in the mood to. He eventually finished his coffee and stood with a grunt, walking over to the sink to wash it clean.
The microwave beeped, and Bastian walked into his room to set Monty down in his cage. He returned for the mouse, which he took into his room and grabbed with a pair of tweezers. He held it in front of Monty, who almost immediately grabbed it. Bastian smiled, closing the cage before setting the tweezers aside
After washing the mug, Corbin went back into his bedroom. He got undressed, changing into a simple tshirt and a pair of fitting jeans. He went into the joint bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror, wondering if he should shave the stubble.
Sighing, Bastian ran a hand through his hair. He glanced down at himself, realizing he should probably change out of the clothes he had slept in. Not feeling like changing into decent clothes, he simply got undressed and slipped into a pair of sweatpants
Corbin huffed, deciding that the stubble looked better on him then a clean shaven face. He heard a whine, and looked over to see Orion sitting in the doorway. “Have to go out, boy?” He asked, the dog’s ears perking. He brushed his teeth quickly before leading Orion outside to the fenced in backyard.
Bastian flopped back against the sheets, tangling up in the messy covers. He was slightly hungry but didn't feel like eating. He was still a bit nauseous from his nightmare, and spending the morning hunched over a trash can wasn't too appealing
Corbin watched Orion bound out onto the lawn and he followed at a slower pace. He eased himself down gingerly, sitting in the freshly cut grass. He had an old friend come over once a week, maybe every other week, and cut his grass. He couldn’t cut it because pushing the lawnmower over his slightly big lawn was terrible on his bad leg.
Bastian sighed, rubbing a hand through his messy hair as he looked up at the ceiling. He probably should take a shower, but just the thought of water made him more nauseous. After all, it would be easy to slip and drown again
Corbin threw a tennis ball for Orion for a few minutes before he thought of Bastian again. He was acting so stupid, all the guy had wanted to do was hookup. But he was attractive…