Location: Bar
Present Company: Boss lady and the pantless girl wonder
Mood: Guilty
How does one tell? Simple!
Note that he's a drug addict, not a sociopath.
He was a man, with feelings, of course. He just happened to have a habit, too.
Self-medication is a thing, y'know?
His eye scrolled up as someone was trying to get his attention. Ah, right, pantless. Abel rose a brow and attempted to look down. "
Something for later, then," he sighed with a smile. He was nearly certain he got it all. He wasn't one to waste.
"
Thank you," he offered as she came back with his request. Abel was real good at first impressions, huh? Before it was drugs, it was vast misanthropy and social inabilities. This would actually be a step up, although unsightly to some. He slowly slid down to rest chin on the table. Cigarette, unlit, was taken from his lips and placed behind his other ear. Nature's storage.
Spidery fingers came to wrap around the glass and drag it over to himself. Instead of taking a sip, he pressed it against his cheek for the time being. From him came a satisfied sigh, the cold felt so good and the substance's effects were creeping in.
It was a feeling he described as 'orange'. It was warm and cozy and while he had energy and relief from pain he liked to just hang around when high. He was a drug user, after all, not a monster. But it seemed the others already made the decision that he was actually the latter.
Stigmas were always fun.