Based loosely on a conversation so I apologise for the lack of action, it'll pick up soon. Thanks to any reviewers. The Night Angel Trilogy belongs to Brent Weeks.
- Edit : Name changed from Black to the correct name, Drake. Thanks to pheonlynx for finding my mistake -
Gwen stepped tentatively into the gothic household belonging to Jason Drake, ignoring the splintered door and followed the trail of destruction to a room strewn with broken bottles and heavy with the stench of drink. "Jason… I can't keep up with you. And you're drinking too much." Jason looked up at her with blood-shot eyes and offered a weak grunt in her direction. "This is about her, isn't it Jason?" She sat down next to him and took the bottle from him. "I'm not letting you kill yourself over this woman, Jason. She doesn't love you. Accept it, grow up and move on. This isn't like you." He sighed and made a grab for the bottle, but Gwen threw it across the room. It smashed against the wall and the cloudy liquid pooled on the floor like a bloodstain. Jason growled quietly, but his friend crossed her arms and ignored it. "Jason, leave her alone. She's happy, don't you want that? Besides, do you really think you could make her happy with what you are now?" His green eyes glared at her blue ones. He nodded solemnly, and reached for another bottle of cheap beer. Gwen slapped his hand away from it angrily, and sighed heavily. "Jason, are you going to talk to me about this? You know you can never be with her. And I know you; you're usually more pragmatic than this. Why are you still after what is out of reach?"
The night air was cold and unforgiving when Gwen stepped out into the street. She had left Jason asleep in the bedroom, after the galleons of alcohol had overpowered his rugged constitution. The answers he had given her had left her confused and not overly satisfied, but she knew them to be truthful. Jason was never very good at hiding things from her, and this trait of his was amplified when he was drunk. With her own powers of persuasion, she was fairly confident that she could find out anything that Jason was keeping secret from her, although he would protest stubbornly. After all, she had found out the last time he had fallen in love with her and now he had started again. He confused her at times, she couldn't understand what had caused the change and he claimed he didn't either. She hated to see him like this but she had to tell him the truth. At least, what appeared to be the truth.