Liquid joy

Seriously, why did the sun get all the glory? Why were days so long and night so short? Why was the sun so annoying? And why was he still awake? Simply because he knew rest wouldn't come in days like these. Days where is mind was overclocking and he wasn't sure if he could still do all of this or if he still wanted to do it. Though he was a Grand Duke, Kaz had the feeling he wasn't living up to that part at all. In fact, it had been Allison who had been doing everything while he was just.. being grumpy and annoying. Gods, he truly was a miserable person, wasn't he? Kaz liked to complain about everything and yet do nothing to fix the problems he was facing. Instead, he wallowed in self-pity and kept on complaining. He seriously deserved punch in the face.

Only today, he hadn't seen anyone who was willing to do that. He could tihnk of one person, but she was also someone he rather did not see at the moment. He rather didn't see anyone. That was why he had taken refuge in the garden, again. Kaz absolutely had no green fingers and he had no passion for gardening at all, but he enjoyed walks through the neatly organised paths with plants on either side in full bloom. At least something had it's life together here. With the help of his cane, Kaz moved a lot smoother, though he hated to walk around with the thing again. It was just a reminder for him how nothing in his life worked out like he wanted it to be. Somehow he always generated bad luck upon himself. Looking at the crowskull on top the cane, reminded him of the old days where he roamed the streets and tried to pry anyone of their money. Those were the glory days. Now, he wasn't even half of what he had been then.

The young vampire had seen the figure sitting for a while now. He knew who he was and he was glad to see him. But Kaz wasn't sure if he wanted to talk. Now was not really the right time. But did he ever listen to his own advice? Barely. So, without any more thinking, Kaz moved his way towards Dante, noticing the two filled glasses. ''Is your life that shit that you're drinking for two now?'' He spoke to announce his ever so gurmpy presence. The vampire raised a brow as he halted, a few meters away from his friend. Maybe a talk like this was exactly what he needed.

There was no reason for him to be here besides that he just wanted to enjoy some silence and some time for his thoughts. But it had been almost two weeks now and the time with his thoughts had been horrible. Where he had thought they would become sensible after a day or two, they had only gotten worse. And the worst part was that he couldn't stop himself from thinking. He let the thoughts wash over him, let them turn him sick of himself, and let them take over completely. And somehow he still lived. Isabella hadn't broken his pride completely. Something was still left. And he was holding on to it as if it was the only part that made him feel alive.

Standing here, Kaz had two options. He could walk away and ditch someone he considered a good friend, or he could just for once push those negative thoughts aside and get drinking. He couldn't get drunk anyway. ''Your life must have hit rock bottom if you want to drink with me.'' Kaz noted, grim as ever as he limped closer and took place on the chair next to Dante. He could do this. Instead of focussing on all the negative aspects in his life, perhaps he could try to bring some positive ones into it. He put his cane against the table as he stretched his bad leg, just like he had always done before he had become a vampire and was still a low thief. ''I hope you brought strong stuff.'' Because if it was up to Kaz, he would ditch the vampirism if it meant he could get drunk for one night.

Kaz wasn’t sure how this whole friendship between Dante and him had come to be. Overall, Kaz was a hard one to please and it was even harder for him to make actual friends. Few had accomplished that and he could probably count his friends on one hand. His enemies though.. he would probably need a whole book to write their names down. And he would need a much larger brain to remember all their names. Kaz didn’t mean to make that many enemies, but it just came naturally. Maybe he really needed to tone down his attitude. Or people just needed to respect his boundaries. His gloved hand found the glass waiting for him to be picked up. He might not be able to get drunk anymore, he could at least try.

The vampire brought the drink to his lips, hesitated and then took a sip. Bourbon whiskey. Just a thing he needed. ‘’We’ll see how far we can get.’’ He spoke as he put the drink down again. He could either down the bottle all together and hope to feel something, or he could just take Dante’s pace and stay sober. Either was fine with him. What wasn’t fine though, was the fact that his friend had to bring up the whole leg-ordeal. Kaz shot him a very annoyed glance, took the drink again and took a larger sip. Now he really wanted to down that whole bottle. Looking back at Dante, Kaz hesitated before speaking. ‘’It’s a very long and very complicated story.’’ There was very little pride left in his eyes when he spoke, the fire inside him that the woman had almost extinguished a week ago was still reduced to ashes. Even his voice sounded almost… insecure. Kaz twirled the glass in his hand, looking away.