The dark-haired 29 year old sat on his tattered couch. Several empty beer were scattered on the floor, without purpose. Eren took the last sip of the one in his left hand, before throwing it behind him. He quickly glanced over to his side, where he noticed the framed picture of his mother, Kalura Yeager, who had recently passed away. Eren felt a tear leak from his eye while he stared at his mother's face. He needed another drink.
Eren slugged over to his tiny refrigerator in his L.A apartment. He opened the door with a creak, and surely enough, the only alcoholic beverages in his apartment were on the floor. It's time he treated himself, anyway. He grabbed the car keys that were hanging near the door, and stumbled to open it. He then realized that he was probably too drunk to drive, so he slapped the keys on the countertop and opened the door. He took out his phone, and dialed a cab to come pick him up. Eren opened the door with a creak, and descended the steep, narrow staircase. When he finally reached the lobby floor, he opened the door to see a cab parked conveniently near the complex. He stumbled into the cab and shut the door.
"Where to, kid?" said the taxi driver with a brusque voice.
"Know any bars around here?" replied Eren.
"Look, kid. I know only one joint around here. It's pretty obscure, so I guess I'll take you there."
Eren nodded while looking at the driver's rear view window, and the sound of the car's engine rev and the gears shifting caused Eren to drift into his own personal mental state. The time flew as Eren stared out the car's window. Dark clouds brew overhead, causing Eren to suspect rain later on into the night.
"Kid, you gonna get out? And pay me as well?" said the taxi driver abruptly.
Eren was startled by the voice. He quickly reached into his pocket and pulled out his near empty wallet. He handed over the fee he owed, and then he quickly got out. The bar stood in front of him, with flickering neon lights. Eren sighed, hoping that the drinks that they served were actually good. He walked through the front door, and he saw him. He was leaning over behind the counter, wiping the countertops with his cravat before stuffing it into his shirt like a connoisseur's scarf. He had brown eyes, and dark hair like Eren's. His hair was shaved near the back, and was parted at the front. He rolled his eyes to the side, before breathing out a sigh. By the look on his face and the aesthetics of the bar, Eren could obviously see this place didn't have many visitors. After all, he wasn't too worried about the place. He was busy focusing on someone else.
