[PP-F1] Training, and Help (Yukino)

[Nixon 0]

Nixon was sitting at the bar on Floor 1. He was starting to feel depressed. It was dawning on him all that had happened sense the game had started. All the lives that had been lost, all the blood that had been shed, all the things they had left behind. He found himself at the bar more and more, always alone, always in sorrow. Never having anyone to confine his problems to. His two closest friends, Antofer and Tsubasa, were never able to help. Antofer was always busy doing something, and Tsubasa just didnt care. He sighed as he got his fourth whiskey of the morning. He had tried so hard to seem strong in front of others. He hid his emotions to try and make himself seem happy and strong in the eyes of others. Hoping that if he faked it long enough it would get him out of his funk. Though, it had seemed that it wouldn't. and so there he sat, a few tears falling from his eyes, he made no noise. His mind was telling him things that he just couldn't take anymore. He claimed he knew it was false though he didn't really believe it. It was all too true in his mind. he took a sip of his drink. On top of everything else, he was so much of a heavy weight alcoholic he could no longer feel the effects of the alcohol without downing an entire gallon of Whiskey. But hey, he could try couldn't he?