Bad Luck: Trippy Candy (Open)
Nov 10, 2014 23:47:07 GMT -5
Post by Edgar Alegría on Nov 10, 2014 23:47:07 GMT -5
Cancer. Edgar couldn't believe his kid brother had cancer. Sure, it wasn't a serious cancer, and the survival rate was in the ninety something percentile, but just the thought of Marcos going through all that.. It bothered him. It brought him to a dark place, though he had to remain strong for his brother and parents. His mother was a mess. He'd been on the phone with her earlier, trying to get her to calm down, but in the end the only thing that cheered her up was Marcos finally coming over to tell her it would be fine. He had driven two hours just to be with her, when he was the one in need. News spread quickly in the Alegría family, and Marco had texted him that plenty of people were coming to visit his mother's home. It was a little silly, especially since Marcos didn't live there anymore and would probably be fine, but their friends and family were all so close. By eight that night Edgar's brother had been blessed at least a dozen times. It was good being from a religious family he supposed.
Edgar mourned in his own way. He'd spent the night at home, thinking about maybe flying into New York for the weekend to visit his brother, but that seemed silly. By morning he was feeling a bit depressed like maybe he shouldn't be there. He considered calling out of work, but last minute decided that the distraction would be good, and to treat himself he would go out to the Mexican place and grab some comfort food. Come lunch time he made his way to his favorite little Mexican dive and ordered tamales that weren't as good as his mothers, but better than his own. He drank some soda, avoiding the heavy stuff, though that's what he craved, and ate. The more he ate, the more he drank, and the more he drank, the lighter his head became. By the time he paid he could barely stand. Was he sick? Drunk? His head felt light and the world seemed dimmer somehow. He hadn't ordered hard drinks, why on earth would he be drunk?
His mind quickly got distracted as he stumbled down the street and found himself standing in front of Harper's Sweet Shoppe. He placed his hands on the window partially for stability, partially to ogle at the rows of sweets that could belong to him. He practically tripped, stumbling slightly to get to the door. The smell of sugar hit him immediately and made him feel warm all over, and the burst of color made him all the more dizzy and somewhat excited. For a moment he'd forgotten all about Marcos. He saw some rock candy, a treat he hadn't had since he was a boy, and tripped over his feet trying to get to it, completely collapsing onto someone in the process. He grabbed the strangers shoulders and righted himself, looking horrified if not a little amused. "So sorry 'bout that.. I, uhh.. I lost my footing there for a second. You alright?" He asked, a slight slur in his voice as he tried to get his double vision to calm down enough to look into the strangers face.
Edgar mourned in his own way. He'd spent the night at home, thinking about maybe flying into New York for the weekend to visit his brother, but that seemed silly. By morning he was feeling a bit depressed like maybe he shouldn't be there. He considered calling out of work, but last minute decided that the distraction would be good, and to treat himself he would go out to the Mexican place and grab some comfort food. Come lunch time he made his way to his favorite little Mexican dive and ordered tamales that weren't as good as his mothers, but better than his own. He drank some soda, avoiding the heavy stuff, though that's what he craved, and ate. The more he ate, the more he drank, and the more he drank, the lighter his head became. By the time he paid he could barely stand. Was he sick? Drunk? His head felt light and the world seemed dimmer somehow. He hadn't ordered hard drinks, why on earth would he be drunk?
His mind quickly got distracted as he stumbled down the street and found himself standing in front of Harper's Sweet Shoppe. He placed his hands on the window partially for stability, partially to ogle at the rows of sweets that could belong to him. He practically tripped, stumbling slightly to get to the door. The smell of sugar hit him immediately and made him feel warm all over, and the burst of color made him all the more dizzy and somewhat excited. For a moment he'd forgotten all about Marcos. He saw some rock candy, a treat he hadn't had since he was a boy, and tripped over his feet trying to get to it, completely collapsing onto someone in the process. He grabbed the strangers shoulders and righted himself, looking horrified if not a little amused. "So sorry 'bout that.. I, uhh.. I lost my footing there for a second. You alright?" He asked, a slight slur in his voice as he tried to get his double vision to calm down enough to look into the strangers face.