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Feb. 14th, 2011 03:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
unbreakablelionHow long had it been since Gene’s team had left? He’d lost count. The days all seemed to blend together now. His life had become one big blur. Sure, he still had his job; he still had to protect people and keep the scum and filth off the streets – but aside from that, he really didn’t have much.
His days were filled with work, but his nights were lonely. The only company he had was the bottle. He drank until he passed out. It was the only way he could get through the night.
Tonight, however, he had yet to go back to his flat. He was sat on the bonnet of the Quattro by the canal. Portion of chips in one hand, bottle in the other hand, and a cigarette hanging from his mouth.
His days were filled with work, but his nights were lonely. The only company he had was the bottle. He drank until he passed out. It was the only way he could get through the night.
Tonight, however, he had yet to go back to his flat. He was sat on the bonnet of the Quattro by the canal. Portion of chips in one hand, bottle in the other hand, and a cigarette hanging from his mouth.
