Please give me feedback! (My thought/explanations) (Buck's thoughts/explanation's)

It was 4 pm on a tame Wednesday night when Buck walked away from the stupid bar. He was supposed to meet up with a few friends of his, Charlie and Zach, they owed him some favors after all, (They drank all his precious liquor TT) so then he could be on his merrily high way. But no~,mother nature, or the women of the ates or whatever decided to have someone murdered, in the same bar tey were to go to, and cops to show up a literal 5 seconds later. Someone must've snitched real quick, might've been Deede's kids.

So, they had to book it. Fast and quick. Hopefully their dealer would catch news of the crime and be a no show, but whatever.

"Alright Buck, we gotta go, sorry man." Charlie shrugged, and grabbed Zachary's hand protectively. (Zach and he are brothers, btw).

"Sure I guess, whatever. Try again next week?" After a nod of confirmation, the duo went "home" early. Sighing, I slow my pace, and head to La fila, the bar/grilled BBQ joint up the block. Guess we depending on alcohol today.

Not taking the scenic route, I grumble to myself how unfair life was being at the moment. However, before I could reach my desired destination, I noticed a few things. One, no wallet. The brothers were supposed to take its place tonight. Shiiiitttt.

And two, a man. Now don't get me wrong, everyone loves themselves a good looking person, even I can't refute being bi myself, but I wasn't looking at him in that light. Nah, he was crying, and half sitting in his own vomit.

Now, I'm not an asshole, and I will never turn down someone in need, so I went over to help the guy out a little. You never know, he might be willing to pay.

"Hey, um, you alright?" I crept a bit closer, not minding the smell. You get used to it after awhile.

Instead of answering, the man continues vomiting, trying to wave me away.

Author POV

Once the man finished puking up his snack, he finally turned to Buck.

"I'm 'ine. Just a lil' tired, thats all." Buck rolls his eyes. Bullshit, he thought.

"Are you sure? I think you might need help there. Here lemme.." Buck went over to the man, sidestepping the pile of er, goo.. and helped him to his feet.

"You have a friend or, a car, or even an address you can get to?" The man shook his head, causing Buck to sigh again. "What about a wallet? I'm almost 100% sure you have your i.d., couldn't have drank without one. Unless your a regular. Which you can't be because I would have probably saw you. Emphasis on probably."

"'ack pocket." The man grumbled out.

Robert Nash,was what Buck read on the i.d. after fishing it out. Did it hold any significance? No, it was just a name anyway, why would it?

"Alright Robert. I'm pretty sure we can find you a cab, you have some cash on you." And I drag him into the street, hail him a cab, and let him be on his merry way.

The next day... (Eddie POV)

"Morning Hen, Chim." I call out, heading into the lockers.

"Good morning Diaz. You've seen Cap yet?"

"No, why? Whats wrong?" Hen shakes her head.

"If only i knew. He looks like he got stoned last night, and he is not even making breakfast. If he doesn't who will?" Chim decides to place some not needed commentary.

"Not Eddie~" I sigh when Hen and Chim start laughing, and exit to find Cap. He was in the truck when I found him, obviously spacing out, because he would have heard when I opened the door.

"Cap? Whats up?" Straight and to the point. That's my style.

"Nothing, why, am I acting weird? Sorry its just,.. I don't know. Yesterday was a hard day for me, for all of us." Yesterday, a family of 5 was reduced to 3. One child was stuck in the fire, and the other ran in not a minute before we arrived to save his twin brother. Unfortunately, the children passed, leaving the family to cry over the loss, and us to locate the body. All though there shouldn't be a bright side to this, Athena, Cap's girlfriend, said the died side by side, smiling.

Nodding, I sit myself in the passenger seat, hopefully signaling Bobby to continue.

"And I got drunk." A beat of silence.

"Ok, and?" I didn't get it. We all get drunk when we deal with these types of things. I just do it when Chris falls asleep.

"I wasn't supposed to, or maybe its better to say allowed to get that way. Bad things happen when I drink."

"Did something bad happen?"

"Well, no, but-"

"Then its fine. Just don't make it a habit." Bobby nods his head in defeat. Yes! One point for Eddie!

"But, that's not all that happened." I arch my brow.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I vomited outside in an alley way, and was about to pass out until this man, no, boy came over and helped me. He was real sweet and everything, almost like he knew what he was doing. But he is just a kid. He shouldn't."

"Well he must have just been helping out. Maybe your not the only one who gets into those situations, you know?" Bobby then gives a small smile.

"His name is Buck."