<strong>Lt. Commander Tristyn Phoenix (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-96uf5UivWic/UD4nB0tjKEI/AAAAAAAABmQ/FYEYzTyoz6o/s1600/bigstock-Young-Male-Underwear-Model--508130.jpg)</strong><br/><strong>walk home, home</strong><br/><strong>Alone</strong><br/><strong>Outfit (http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4nrlr8WrL1r53lseo1_400.jpg)</strong><br/><hr/><br/>A car wizzed past him as he almost walked out into the fast lane of traffic.  His mind wasn't completely there, his body walked aimlessly towards any destination that was fitting, however his head wasn't in the game.  Stoic almost dead eyes watched the SUV disappear in the distance before he turned his attentions back to the road.<strong>"That could've hurt"</strong>he shrugged the same second he spoke the words and proceded to cross the street anyways.<br/><br/>Was it minuets or hours he had walked, he wasn't quite sure as he eyed up a small hole in the wall bar.  Dani knew he didn't drink, it wasn't cause he couldn't, he chose not to.  He had scars from a druken past, scars that reminded him to never drink.  But he felt dead, and honestly he didn't wish to feel anything.  With a soft shrug he pushed through the door greated with stares from old and young patrons alike.  Finding a secluded seat at the bar he began a small tab trying new and wierd drinks.  Two short hours later he was conversing with an old military vet about old war times and compairing them to Tristyn's war time experiences.  J.J. Heartwood, the old man, soon began to buy Tristyn's drink even to his rejecting.  Across the room a trio of gals eyes the sailor up with smiles and winks.  Bloodshot eyes smiled back as the old man urged him on to talk to the lovely girls.<em> 'You know you can't, your heart is still hers even though you wont admit it'</em>his mind spoke to him as he looked down.<br/><br/>The girl approached.  J.J. left the young sailor.  The girl smiled and spoke softly "hello sailor, care to dance?"<strong>"yes..."</strong>he turned the swivle stool to step down from the bar.  However he closed his eyes, rubbed his eyes, and shook his head<strong>"nnn...no, im sorry I can't, I"</strong>he looked up as the girl looked hurt<strong>"I just can't, it's not you its me..."</strong>he began but the girl just became sour "your not interested in me!" Tristyn began to raise his hand to quiet her when a thugish looking gangster approached "dont raise your hand to Rachael!"<strong> "look G-unit, I'm not raising my hand, im trying to calm her, she approached me and,"</strong>Through bloodshot eyes he saw the bigger gangster wanna be dragged the sailor from the seat into the streets as people began to shout from all about.<br/><br/>The walk home in the darkstreets brought the images to mind of the fight he just took part of meer hours ago.  G-Unit there began his hooting and hollaring which was ended with a short jab to the throat.  Choaking on his words the big guy swung wildly, which would've missed if Tristyn wasn't drunk.  The wild swing sent the sailor to the ground again.  and within minuets three men were on top of him punching and kicking.  J.J. was his saving grace as the old man came out screaming something about the cops.  The old man aided Tristyn to his feet before sending him off with one mission "go home".  His staggered walked led him to an hour long trip home of stumbling and head holding as his skull ached.  By shear luck though he wound up on the elevator to the 14th floor of the appartment building.  As the elevator doors opened his eyes focused on a clock on the wall stuck at 3a.m.<strong> "holy shit, its late,"</strong>his slurred voice spoke softly as he stumbled down the hall.<br/><br/>His hand focused on the door handle as he slammed into the door by clumsy luck.<strong> "dammit! locked!"</strong>his voice was loud and obnoxious as it echoed through the hall.  Backing away into the adjasent wall he slid down it into a sitting positon.<br/><br/>"Mr. Phoenix?"  the voice startled him as his clouded vision came back to him.  As his green eyes looked up to see a man dressed in a blue shirt that said 'Larry' on the front.<strong>"Oh hey Larry, locked out"</strong>he smiled weekly as he relived he fell asleep on the floor in the hall.  The maintness man shook his head as he found his key ring.  Moments later the door was opened as Larry helped Tristyn inside to the couch "Go to bed Mr. Phoenix, have a good night" Larry left closing the door on his way out.  Rolling to his side on the couch he was outcold within seconds, he wasn't sure if Danielle was home or not but he stayed on the couch.  Four in the morning was daunting and tiring and he wasn't ready to face Dani right now.<br/><br/>Nine Thirty in the morning rolled around when the vibrations of his phone went off.<strong>"what now! just leave me alone!"</strong>he shouted as he rolled to his side forgetting he was on the couch.  Soon he found himself on the floor moaning<strong> "Dammit"</strong><br/><br/>