Tyler stared off at the wall, eyes blurred from the heavy dosage of alcohol, hands sketching a name on the jean of his pants. His palms ached for her, nails vying for her attention, but he continued to sit in his chair, waiting for someone who was gone.
(Open rp) My current mission is not my forte, but Ari is handling it. I had other things going on and I needed to clear my head. I can't get distracted. Not now. I go out to take a smoke and before I can blow out my first drag I hear, "smoking. Again."