The door slammed behind Rex as he stumbled into the apartment, bottle in hand and joint in mouth. "Alley-poos! I'm hoooooooooome!" It had been quite the rough night for Rex. He'd spent roughly $100 on drinks for women alone and none of them were in his room. Shame really. He's not a bad guy. Except for the drug addictions, alcoholism, aggression, unfunny and mostly offensive jokes, and the terrible job he has. Come to think of it, Rex is kind of an asshole. But I mean, this is a terrible fan fiction, so of course, he's a lovable asshole. To some at least. He had just come home to his roommate, Alex. He stumbled up the stairs, dropping his bottle on the third or fourth step. "Allleyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! Where you at homie g?" Peering into Alex's bedroom, he saw that it was empty. At ease knowing that his friend was still out with his girlfriend, Rex dropped to the ground where he stood and fell asleep.
He awoke to a pounding at the door. At first, he thought it was just his hangover, but as the pounding got louder, he picked himself up and went to answer it. At the door was a police officer and Alex's parents. He began sweating like a madman as he thought of all the drugs he had in the house, and he began praying to a deity, any deity, that they wouldn't search the house.
"Sir, your name is Rex Solas, correct?"
"As far as I know, sir."
"You live with a Mr. Alex Hunter?"
"Yep. Lived together for 5 years now. Why"
"Sir…"
Alex's mother leapt towards Rex and hugged him, tears in her eyes.
"M-my Alex…. He's… He's g-gone!" She struggled out.
"What? He was out with Scarlet last night. He would have head straight home. No way he went anywhere."
"That's what we thought. However, we spoke to Miss Scarlet previously, and she said she hadn't seen him at all." The officer said.
"Jesus Christ. Where do you think he is?"
"We suspect he simply ran off. Probably caught a bus to a different town. We're working on a motive for him now. Meanwhile, I would recommend asking around here, seeing if anyone has seen him."
"Of course sir. Anything I can do to help find him, I'll be doing."
"Thank you son. Now, Mr and Mrs Hunter, do you want to head off?"
"Y-yes. I think we do. Thank you Rex." Said Alex's father.
Rex shut the door. He knew what happened.
'No chance Al just wandered off. No, that wouldn't happen. Bastard's too much of a tight ass to buy anything, let alone a bus ticket. And absolutely no chance he walked off. He definitely would've been found by now. No… He's… Dead.'
Rex picked out a bottle of whisky from his liquor cabinet and sat on a step. He slowly twisted off the cap of the bottle and sighed to himself.
"This one's for you buddy." He said as he lifted the bottle to his lips, taking a large swig.
Later on in the night, Rex was still right on that step. The only time he'd moved was to go get more liquor. He was surrounded by bottles of all kind, as well as ashes from cigarettes and weed, and a few baggies of meth and heroin. He was filling a void. Alex was his best friend. The two of them had been best friends since they were kids, and now he was gone. Deciding that sticking around the apartment wouldn't do him any good, he grabbed his car keys and went out the door.