11-26-2025, 07:46 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-26-2025, 07:48 PM by Noah Longbottom.)
[CW: Alcoholism]
Noah put the collar of his jacket up against the damp, icy wind. He had lost his gloves, so he quickly dug his hands back into his pockets. The sea was swirling and frothing and within an hour, the narrow strip of beach under the cliff would be gone. For the moment, it was a haven for those who wanted to clear their head.
Noah certainly did, after last night with 'Ginny' as he jokingly called the sweet mistress who took his cares away. Ginny had cost him his job, but she had brought him closer to his family. Mum and he talked and laughed every evening over cupsful of her. He didn't worry about his siblings. His own demons looked more like silly clowns in Ginny's warm embrace. Hell, even his father seemed agreeable when he was pissed to the bullocks.
The mornings sucked, since he had to appear sober enough to find work for the day. He had had no luck today - possibly because his face was puffy; possibly because he had worked for people before. He was on his way to Sandsend to try his luck there.
He glanced up at the approaching stranger and stopped dead in his tracks. He turned slowly, watching him pass; squinted his eyes as he walked on.
"Are you fucking kidding me?!" he shouted. "Good morning?!" He lifted his leg backwards and kicked down into the sand with malice, sending a volley of sand in the direction of Claude and the baby on his back. "Good fucking morning yourself, you absolute bellend!"
Noah put the collar of his jacket up against the damp, icy wind. He had lost his gloves, so he quickly dug his hands back into his pockets. The sea was swirling and frothing and within an hour, the narrow strip of beach under the cliff would be gone. For the moment, it was a haven for those who wanted to clear their head.
Noah certainly did, after last night with 'Ginny' as he jokingly called the sweet mistress who took his cares away. Ginny had cost him his job, but she had brought him closer to his family. Mum and he talked and laughed every evening over cupsful of her. He didn't worry about his siblings. His own demons looked more like silly clowns in Ginny's warm embrace. Hell, even his father seemed agreeable when he was pissed to the bullocks.
The mornings sucked, since he had to appear sober enough to find work for the day. He had had no luck today - possibly because his face was puffy; possibly because he had worked for people before. He was on his way to Sandsend to try his luck there.
He glanced up at the approaching stranger and stopped dead in his tracks. He turned slowly, watching him pass; squinted his eyes as he walked on.
"Are you fucking kidding me?!" he shouted. "Good morning?!" He lifted his leg backwards and kicked down into the sand with malice, sending a volley of sand in the direction of Claude and the baby on his back. "Good fucking morning yourself, you absolute bellend!"
