The workload is exhausting, pulling doubles to help keep things going at the café. That would be enough for any one of them, really, but to add to the problem is the reason why they are having to cover more than one shift. Chell, Dimitri, and Raleigh, all gone. No way to contact them by tome, their rooms empty. Lucas had kept his fretting to himself, especially concerning Chell. Had she discovered something that made the fae cast her back home? If he had been investigating alongside her, would it have happened?
He wasn't the only one worrying. Max, he knew, was shouldering the bulk of it. The café is his dream and now it's a race everyday to keep it up and running. Lucas had noticed too, that the man's go to way of dealing with it was at the end of a whiskey bottle. So over the weeks he'd been pouring out parts of the bottles he could find. Maybe it could keep Max from going too far?
Or maybe not.
He's halfway up the stairs to the loft room when he hears the bottle clank against something and Max's scream, followed by sobbing. with a racing heart Lucas takes the rest of the stairs two at a time and yanks the door open in a hurry.
"Max!?" The sight is enough to freeze the blood in his veins, before he forces himself to stagger forward and throw his arms around the man. "Max, talk to me!? What's going on?"
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let the pain begin
Date: 2021-03-24 03:12 pm (UTC)He wasn't the only one worrying. Max, he knew, was shouldering the bulk of it. The café is his dream and now it's a race everyday to keep it up and running. Lucas had noticed too, that the man's go to way of dealing with it was at the end of a whiskey bottle. So over the weeks he'd been pouring out parts of the bottles he could find. Maybe it could keep Max from going too far?
Or maybe not.
He's halfway up the stairs to the loft room when he hears the bottle clank against something and Max's scream, followed by sobbing. with a racing heart Lucas takes the rest of the stairs two at a time and yanks the door open in a hurry.
"Max!?" The sight is enough to freeze the blood in his veins, before he forces himself to stagger forward and throw his arms around the man. "Max, talk to me!? What's going on?"