He was failing math.
MATH.
How could he be failing math? I mean, it was all numbers and shit, counting and all the crap.
God dammit.
He couldn't get a tutor from the tutor center, they where basically his classmates and he didn't want to look like a complete idiot in front of them. The professor was out of the question; he was an ass (among other things). And he couldn't pay anyone to help him….hell, he was in college. So Veser tried his hardest not to think about it, especially when he was in the company of his friends. But of course the topic had to come up eventually, even if Veser didn't want it to, he couldn't ignore it forever. Which is where he is now, sitting on a chair looking frustrated and staring at his cheeseburger while Toni asked about college.
Fun times.
"So how's school been treatin you?" The werewolf asked him, twirling a straw rapper with her fingers.
"Fine," he grumbled, thinking up ways to change the topic of the conversation.
"Uh huh…. grades okay?" She rose an eyebrow, smirking to herself. She'd been to school once, she knew when someone wasn't having such a great time academically.
That and Veser just flat out sucked at hiding things.
"…..hrg….." was the others reply.
"….math or Spanish?" Toni simply asked, absent mildly tearing the rapper in half.
"……math." Veser grumbled, still boring holes into his cheese burger with his mind.
"You could always get a tutor," She offered He only shot her a look tat clear said no.
"What about like…leap frog for adults?" Hanna interjected excitedly from across the booth. Veser had gone along with the gang to get some eats, however he wasn't really eating.
"…what?" Veser furrowed his eyebrows and started at Hanna, wondering what the hell he was talking about.
"You could always ask your parents…….for….help…………………." Conrad gave up on his advice and went back to eating some of Hanna's fries. Bob only shrugged at Veser. He didn't remember going to college and had no advice for him.
To say the least, this night was extremely uneventful. However just because the gang wasn't having an extremely interesting time didn't mean that others where having the same issue.
Well not exactly.
Somewhere on the other side of the city a man with an overly loud pocket watch was deep in thought.
He was drunk. Totally smashed, out of it, and stank of something foul. Bottles scattered the floor, one broke when he stumbled and caused him to cut his hand. That hand was now bandaged and holding and empty glass that he could barely place on the nearby table, mind a million miles away from the current place he resided in.
The thing about alcoholics, is that they don't just drink. The drinking may start out from parties, or just hanging out with friends, but eventually it something to numb some fear o pain. It makes one forget for just a moment, while it rots you form the inside out. Ples Tibenoch was not an evil man, at least not in this dimension he wasn't, but he wasn't perfect. He had many reasons why he drank, well, he gave many reasons when worried co-workers asked but it really could have been a single reason. Of course it didn't really matter what the reason was, or how many, or little, reasons there where, not right now.
The issue at hand right now was that Ples was drunk.
Very drunk.
And he hadn't been this wasted in a very VERY long time.
So really it wasn't so much the drunk part but the "Something is very wrong with him and he's trying to deal with it by drinking" part.
Oh, and there's also the part about living alone and not letting people become aware that he's, you know, almost in a coma from liquor.
Somewhere in the back of my head there was a voice telling me to stop.
To get up.
To clean up.
To call a number.
To stop.
And another was telling me to stop all of this .
My life.
My heart.
My existence.
But I listened to nether of the voices, instead I stayed where I was, letting the ach of reject fade away completely. I could barely make out the words on the paper I clutched, my vision blurred even with my glasses on. For a second I forgot why the letter brought me so much pain, why it has caused this much poison to go into my body. Tentatively I un-folded it and took a peak, only to for the wave of pain to come back.
"Dear ," it read. "The company is proud to say we've had you on the team for the part 30 years, you've been a wonderful accountant and a charming man to be around. However do to the current economic downfall that has cased a recession, we are sad to inform you that we can no long afford to pay your services.
We thank you for your hard work and dedication…"
He stopped reading, crumpling it into a wad and throwing it across the room.
That's right, he had been laid off.
They didn't even tell him at the office, he had no idea it was going to happen, they just kicked him out along with his income, leaving him to rot.
"Insolent assholes," he hissed into his knees, tears rimming swollen red eyes.
He wasn't sure he would survive the night.
AN: First of all this chapter is a bit of a downer, so sorry if you where looking for fun times. ID
Second, Ples is a known drinker, so don't be all THIS WOULD NEVER HAPPEN. He drinks, he drinks A LOT, so I mean, things like that could happen seeing as they happen to loads of people in life. No, this is not life, but still. ID
Third, mmmmhmmm, he got laid off. It was the only upsetting non hardcore thing I could think of. We don't know a lot about Ples so that was one of the few things I could use. I don't want to make up man random facts about him, I'm sorta waiting to learn more from the comic.
Forth, no he's not going to die. ID The man is just depressed, he'll sleep it off.
Yes, Veser can't count. :U ( Lies he can )