A/N: Another drabble! I might not get the next chapter up today on Life is but a Game within a Dream or. Sorry, folks. I will have it out soon. In the meantime, on to the drabble. (Also, I'll probably have another one up tomorrow.)
For the record, I have no way to explain this.
Genre: General/Romance/Angst/Drama
Pairings: one-sided Church/Tex, Tucker/Caboose, Tucker hitting on almost everyone
Rating: T
Summary: Each night he was dragged to the nightclub to stop thinking about her. While Tucker danced, he would drink. When Tucker left, he'd go home alone. The next day it would all start again.
Warnings: A bit AU-ish, mentions of sex, drinking, clubs, unrequited love, lamenting, a boy toy.

Each Night at the Nightclub

Each night Leonard Church would be dragged to the nightclub by his friend Tucker. He would only go reluctantly, lamenting over his unrequited love for Tex.

Tucker would dance, and usually get slapped by several different people, while Church staid at the bar, getting drunker and drunker. First he'd down a shot of whiskey; Tucker would be flirting with some blonde boy who could pass as a girl.

Then Church would order more and down it in a single gulp; Tucker would move on, after getting hit-again, maybe to go grind against brown haired Grif-who was almost as drunk as Church.

Church would order more and more, the room getting dizzy, while Tucker hit on Simmons; the pick up lines the freckled man would just ignore.

Finally, as Tucker left with Caboose, who he had basically made his boy toy, Church would be drunk enough to have to pause and concentrate just to recall his name.

He'd go home alone, sobering up after the night air assaulted him, lonelier than he had been before he'd gone. His empty apartment would seem much bigger, yet so suffocating, so cramped.

Sometimes Tex would share his bed, but she'd be gone the next morn long Church awoke. The pillows would be tossed around the bed, the sheets wrinkled and tangled, and her slight imprints upon the old mattress.

So he'd get up, after an hour or so of simply laying in bed, and he'd go to his part-time job. He'd contemplate the military, if only to escape the vicious cycle he found himself in. But he wasn't the type to run away into something just as bad.

Tucker would come over and drag him to the nightclub. Church would refuse at first, but then give in, hoping his friend would shut up, maybe one day stop. Tucker would leave him at the bar, alone. Church would drink as his friend danced, and got rejected.

First glass, dancing with the blonde. Second glass, moved on to brown haired Grif. Another glass, his fourth then fifth, Tucker was with Simmons, who kept on trying to ignore him. More shots, Church lost count a while back; Tucker's already left with boy toy Caboose. He goes home alone, self-esteem snuffed out like a candle wick a long time ago.

He had once asked Tex to marry him, but she said no. she wasn't playing hard to get-though that's what he wished-she simply didn't love him back. She didn't love anyone, save herself.

So Church was left alone at the night club, came home alone to be in the presence of no one, and woke up without Tex in bed at his side.