(http://i1321.photobucket.com/albums/u553/anorienparker/PS_zpsaa12f6e0.jpg) Tony "Ember" Curran  pulled up in his nondescript, seen-better-days Camero.  He looked across the parking lot by the pub and realized, as usual, that he was the last one there.  Rolling his eyes at himself, he quickly got out of the car and headed inside where everyone was waiting.<br/><br/>"Yeah, I know, I'm late," he nodding, holding up a hand.  "I was up late having a bit of fun."  He grinned at his gang, wondering if any of them knew he was lying.  He hated doing that, but it was always easier to let everyone think he was partying than for them to know the truth, that he was at home, alone, doing a whole hell of a lot of nothing.<br/><br/>He didn't look at anyone in particular as he came up and leaned against the side of the booth were everyone hung out.  "Too much fun," he added on for good effect.  "Going to stop drinking today.  Again."<br/><br/>With that, he held his hand up to the waitress, got her attention and ordered a beer.  He turned back to his buddies and shrugged.<br/><br/>"After this one, anyway.  So...what did I miss?"