I'm good at shooting people, cracking wise, and pretending to know how to fight.

The island felt like a shitshow. Atton shouldn't be here. He probably would have left days ago if he'd been in the right state of mind for it - though the evil running underfoot and in the people probably wasn't helping him either.

He'd been down enough spirals to know how an impending one felt. It'd stopped in its tracks this time - he was grateful for that.

But it did mean that by Saturday, he was starting to get a little hint of cabin fever. Usually Sparkle was the guy cleaning the house; right now, Atton was grateful for all the old takeout boxes that hadn't gotten cleared out yet.

He puttered around the apartment, getting rid of the trash, making shopping lists and doing any number of stupid, mindless tasks until his focus was decidedly on the outside world instead of his own thoughts. A little like meditation, really.

[[ expecting one but open ]]

Okay, so Atton had gotten here early. Whatever; there were a bunch of guys dressed in janitor's suits with giant vacuum cleaners strapped to their backs playing Michael Jackson's 'Thriller' pretty loud, so it wasn't like he was bored.

...and maybe he'd come here early on purpose. He still wasn't so sure how easy to deal with he was going to be after the past weekend, and getting a drink in and maybe relaxing a little was going to help with that. Though he was sadly going to have to ignore the girl looking at him from across the bar. Not the time tonight.

But hey, flattering.

[[ for sia ]]

"This'll do okay."

The bar was small and cramped, but it had seats outside - one of which Atton dropped himself into. This was one of these weeks where the lines between what he did and what he pretended to do were kind of blurred, the practical side-effect of which being that he'd already had one or two drinks before coming here.

Which... probably explained why he'd been stupid enough to ask Sia to come along with him. Whatever. What was done was done, and at least out here he could always just stalk off (or better yet, make her stalk off) if he really didn't want to deal with any of it any more. "I take it you'll want something neon."

[[ for that girl ]]

Atton usually closed off the week by hitting up the mainland. This time around, he wasn't going to hightail it down to... most of his usual places; somehow he didn't think Sia wanted to follow him around while he picked up women at the bar.

Even if he had a feeling she'd probably make for a decent wingman if she kept her eyerolling to herself.

But this place? This place was safe. So. With two fake IDs in his pocket (one for him, one he tried to slip her on their way in) he walked into the bar, nodded at Sarcastic Bartender Girl, and slipped easily into one of the booths (for this once).

He'd started humming along to the song blasting in over the speakers before he'd even realized it. "Nah nah nah..."

[[ for a sia, and nfb due to distance ]]

Okay, their roommates-- tentmates? Whatever, not like it mattered-- had been missing in action for large swaths of time lately, which meant Atton was stuck in one tent with no one around but Miss Not A Jedi Sunshine. Great.

And because that wasn't excruciating enough, his air mattress had given up on him.

"Oh, come on," he growled, shoving yet another part of the plastic contraption into a bucket of water. "How many holes can there be in this thing?"

This was not his life.

[[ open! ]]