Vince sat there a long time, blue screen making his face look old and sickly, trying to think of a screenname.
Do I be cool, do I be clever? Sexy, cheeky?
Do I...UGH ! Do I throw the computer across the room and say "Fuck it!" ?
Vince rubbed his eyes.
This was a mistake. A big mistake.
Vince took a swig of beer, only to find it empty.
He sighed and pushed away from the computer.
He'd been at it hours now,trying to think of a screename.
He'd given up on Canal Street ages ago, and now he was making it official-he was retiring,retiring to endless nights on computer chat rooms.
"Retiring." with a laugh he shook his head. "How old does that make me sound? Practically a pensioner."
He stood up and went to the fridge for another beer. He uncapped it, shut the fridge with his foot and made his way back to the computer.
He flopped down with a sigh and held the beer against his forhead. The cool felt good.
This all started last week...only a month til his birthday and he was going mad.
"30. The big 3-0."
Saying it aloud made it sound worse.
Vince sighed. In a few years he'd be collection a pension, old and alone. Not that he wan't already. Alone,that is.
He's not had a call from Cameron in 2 figured that was as good as dumped.
"Of course, he DID go out of town .Business, he said."
Vince got up and wandered around his flat, beer still held to his head.
"I am SUCH a twat.A sad, doctor-watching TWAT...THAT'S IT!"
Screename: TheDoctor
"Nahh too obvious."
"DoctorLove."
Too twattish.
"Doctor...Doctor..."
Vince picked up his beer and paced around his flat.
"Doctor WHAT?"
Screename :DoctorWat
There.
Good enough.
