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Next Gen: Admittance To Nerves

Setting: In a bar. (7 months into Dusk's pregnancy)

Sitting at the bar with a bottle of alcohol in his hand, Edward wore his Knight wear with his t-shirt buttoned up and wearing his orange glasses. His hair was a lot more messed up than normal. There were many empty bottles around him. John walked in, seeing Edward at the bar.

"Bloody hell mate. You're looking worse for wear, aren't ya?" John seated himself next to the man, his own drink in hand; when Edward didn't respond - only continuing to drink -, John slammed his drink in front of Edward in hopes of getting his attention.

This action scared the ever living shit out of Edward, causing him to fall off his chair. John laughed, looking at Edward on the ground, "Well, that got ya attention."

"Fuck you..." Edward got up, sitting back on his chair; he continued with his drink, side glaring at John.

John continued to chuckle until he saw the amount of bottles around Edward, "Holy shit mate... How many bottles have you had?"

Edward started to get aggressive, "Leave me the fuck alone... I need to drink it away right now..."

"Seriously, i think you should stop... You'll run the bar outta business if ya continue." John snatched the bottle away from Edward's grasp, much to his dismay

"So what, Boy Scout? I'm pissed off as it is so give back the drink!" Edward tried to grab the drink in John's hand, being dis-coordinated from the drinking -.

"You really want to go down this route? Make the same mistake that your father committed?"

Edward slammed his fist onto the table, "DON'T YOU DARE COMPARE ME TO THAT SORRY EXCUSE FOR A HUMAN BEING, LET ALONE A FATHER!"

John took on a defensive position, getting ready for Edward to lash out at him. Edward's head sunk to the table instead..

"Do you know what it's like...to be stuck with someone...who makes you feel useless...a failure...a disaster?"

John continued to watch Edward, who continued to rant.

"Well...that was my father... Mother either left him or died so I was stuck with him... He never cared for me at first...always leaving me out on the cold when he could...ignoring my existence...but one day...that all changed. If was a parents evening and I showed him my scores, which were the highest in the class by a long shot....the teachers said that I was a genius...a child prodigy even..." He rubbed his head, "But that made it worse...a lot more worse..."

"That's when he would start the abuse... If he wasn't belittling my achievements, he was beating me up with any object he could find... He would even use his bare hands if he wanted to. I had to endure that until the end if high school...where I could live on my own for once...but the damage was done... I separated myself from everyone, especially those whose suspicious and mockery I had to endure every waking moment when I wasn't home." Edward's fists clenched; he slammed his hand onto the table again, "I never wanted to be in that situation ever again!"

John waited until he was sure Edward was finished ranting. He took a swig of his drink before speaking.

"You know, mate, if anyone knows you feel toward yer father; it's me. My father used his cigarette lighter to burn my hands, just for the sheer fun of it." John's eyes took a hint of sorrow, "He blamed me for my mother's death... Even after I was only just born... I git it, you don't wanna turn out like 'im with the abuse, but you also don't want to leave Dusk. Well, I should certainly hope not, if she means as much to you as you say she does... I don't know how much it would help, but, maybe it would; tell me what do you like most about her?"

"What I like MOST about her? What is there not to like in the first place!? How she has a brilliantly dark sense of humour, which I use for most of my jokes? How incredibly soft her hair and skin are to stroke as I hold her close to me each night? How attractive she is when she acts professional as well as intelligent at her job? How great it is to listen to her go on and on about the work she does as well as her research on previous as well as present serial killers from the past?"

As he listened to what Edward had to say about Dusk, John couldn't help, but smile because the look Edward had on his face, he had on his when he talked about Jezebel - as told by Jinxy -.

Once Edward finished, John smiled, "You know, by the sounds of it, Dusk makes you a better person, and she makes you happy on top of that..."

"She's a keeper. I'll tell you that." Edward accidentally leant onto John a bit too much due to being drunk, "I could say the same thing to you about your wife...Hic Whatever her name was. I can't think straight..."

John, ignoring the fact Edward was leaning on him, told him, "Yeah, well, you'll regret it in the morning as well as that fact..."

"Speaking of which...Hic I don't think I can get home tonight..." Edward was instantly asleep on John's shoulder, snoring loudly in the process.

"Put the tab on 'im, will ya, mate?" John shook his head and rolled his eyes; he called over the bartender, and then pointed to the guy knocked out on the other side of John. He threw Edward's arm around his shoulders, whispering to himself, "Looks like Chas is giving us both a lift back home tonight..."

John text Chas to pick him up; also that he had a friend with him as well.

"I didn't even get to 'ave a few..."