(orsanor) what the hell??

« Okay, so … Am I really supposed to be here or … ? » He didn't have the answer. But the only way to know was to enter in this bar. Orson came here with the fear in his stomach to find something he don't want to find. The reputation he have seems to be a shame for him. Alcohol, drugs, all these stuffs were a part from his past but he didn't know if he wants to do it again. Last time was a huge mistake. He crossed the road and fell to the ground because of a car he didn't see. And then, all his memories faded. He didn't even remember what his name was. He didn't want this to happen again. However, he knew that it was exactly this fear wich will prevent him from all this. After a moment of intense reflection, he decided to enter the bar. There was a few people in there, some of them were already drunk. Orson gave a look at their faces without recognize one, but it was not very surprising at all. It was a habit, now. After a deep sigh, he went to the counter next to a girl he didn't seem to recognize, although he had a familiar feeling about her. He looked at her, smiled to her patiently and turned his face to the waiter. « Can I have a ... Mh ... » Orson was hesitating. Does he have to take some alcohol drink ? He choosed the safer solution. « A soda, please. »

The girl next to him started to laugh at him, Orson looked at her questioningly. What did he do wrong ? He glared his glass and thought of it. The answer came like an illumination : Orson's habit was to drink much alcohol than he should. So, the fact he took a soda was hilarious to her and he understood that. However she talked to him and he was troubled. Visibly, he knows her. But he didn't remember. He was embarrassed because this situation was more familiar to him than he wanted. But it still made him anxious to tell the truth. « Uh, I'm sorry. I don't really remember you. In fact, I don't remember you at all. » This sentence was enough to create discomfort. And to revelate the pain. He expected phrases like « why don't you remember ? » or « that's not true » or even some tears. So before she said anything, he started to explain himself. « I was hit by a car on december. I lost my entire memory after that. I was drunk that night, I crossed the road and a drunk man in his car hit me without paying attention. When I woke up, I didn't even know my name. I'm sorry. » Talking about that relieved him. Now, she knew why with accuracy. She knew all the story.

Orson wondered how many people he had to announce that. That was tiring and affecting him more than he wanted to admit. Each time he told someone about this make him remember how hard it was not to remember. Each time, he remembered the tears from the eyes of all his friends. Each time, he felt guilty for letting theim cry for him. Even though he knew it wasn't his fault. When he heard her excuses, he shook his head and smiled politely. « It's no big deal. Don't worry. » He took a sip from his soda and shrugged. « No, not yet. But I know it'll come back one day or another. I'll remember any little details of my existence. But for now, I need to know everything about you. » He waited her to tell him all he had to know about her. She was a part of his old reputation of young man drinking too much. « Nice to meet you Eleanor. So please tell me, what was my favourite drink here ? And what's yours ? » He had a amused smile on his face, it was good to meet again his friends finally. Even if he didn't remember.