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Post by dylan michael patton on May 25, 2012 21:12:50 GMT -5
dylan patton knew stress. when he was in high school, he had somehow balanced three jobs, football practice, weight training, student council, babysitting, taking care of his little brother, girlfriends, and maintaining a high enough GPA that he wasn't put on academic suspension and remaining in the top ten of his class for the majority of his high school career. he suffered through several near death experiences with tommy; hell, he suffered through several stress-induced near death experiences with his own body and still managed to come out on top. now he was able to handle classrooms filled with teenagers who were about as loud, obnoxious, and rude as he was when he was their age and while he could understand their need and desire to be cool, it was still stressful to deal with. so yeah. he knew a thing or two about stress.
but he had never been this stressed before in his life. he didn't know that so much could go wrong in such a short span of time and though he didn't look phased to the outside eye, inside he was freaking out. he felt like exploding. not only had he just lost his fiance to an accident that left her mind completely wiped of the fact that she even knew him, but his little brother was going in for an operation to clear up some sort of blockage in his lungs, his best friend was nowhere to be found to ease his suffering as chase was very apt to do, and he was still putting off packing up his classroom and drawing up a new curriculum for the next year because his mind was in too many places at once for him to even start thinking about algebra and trigonometry. then there was his mother's marital problems and the fact that all he wanted to do was drown in alcohol but he knew that was bad for his body and...
he needed to calm down. he was going to throw himself into some weird ass panic attack if he didn't. the fact of the matter was that dylan just needed a break. he needed some relief. so in spite of the fact that he knew alcohol was just going to fuck him up in the end, he decided to hit a bar to at least find himself entertainment in the form of a nice dark glass of stout. sometimes there were performers or other really drunk people around to keep him amused to the very least as well and at his best, maybe he could actually get drunk enough to forget his ex-fiance and find a nice lady to take home. maybe a guy to at least entertain the thought of because by that point, he didn't care who was distracting him so long as he didn't have to focus on one more fucking equation and figuring out how to make sixteen year old brats actually care about that shit next year.
so he actually pulled on some pants and a t-shirt, ran a comb through his hair and left the house for the first time really since he'd gotten the okay to leave the school. which wasn't that long of a time he supposed but usually he tried to avoid being home so even three hours spent indoors felt too much. he had just been so lazy lately and he hoped that it wasn't showing in his appearance. tired and stressed as he was, dylan was going to let no one realize it. that just wasn't like him. he ventured into sully's, a personal favorite of his even if just because he liked to sit there and poke fun at the mormon whose dad owned the damn place who sometimes worked behind the bar and blushed whenever dylan a suggestive comment about something or another. however, it seemed that form of entertainment was already stolen from him as he met the eyes of a woman behind the bar and asked just for a guiness stout to nurse for a while and no, please, just that and just water after that. wherever he planned on going, be it home or somewhere else, he planned on driving.
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