Alcohol. Was there any better substance that numbed the pain that Riker Taylor-DeLoughrey was feeling? Oh wait… haha… was he even “DeLoughrey” anymore? Who even knew. Anyways… back to numbing pain… Well… okay fine there were MANY substances that Riker could take that would numb pain but it was something Riker usually avoided. Drugs were just something that Riker didn’t want to ever get into… mostly because of his mentor, Jordan’s mom, teaching him better. Teaching him what her husband had done to her… But Alcohol… well… you know what screw it. Riker was sad enough what was another drink or two. Who cared anymore. Not him, let me tell you. That could easily be seen with his drunken state as he blasted music and danced around his house and, of course,, drank. Drank until he couldn’t feel his fingers… didn’t know where he was… didn’t know why he was. Honestly, he had even forgotten that he had texted/called Sadie after about half an hour of dancing… maybe a little crying.
The music was so loud that he had not even heard Sadie enter the house when she finally did arrive. He heard her ask… or start to ask a stream of questions but he ignored them as he spotted the tacos in her hand. “OHMAHGAWD” Riker exclaimed, running to the girl and picking her up and sipping her around. YOU are SUCHHhhhHH a lifesaver. I’ve beeennn starrrvinggg, Riker smiled, though it soon turned into a frown as she took his drink out of his hand. “Heyyyy” he pouted at her movement - also noticing she didn’t bring his margaritas. Sure… he couldn’t remember his own name but he did remember that tacos with margaritas were amazing. “I thought we had a deal. Tacos AND margs. How else are we supposed to have a partahhhhyyyy,”
His words didn’t matter - honestly, at this point, they were jumbling together anyways. Putting the tacos down, he looked at her with curiosity. “You know what, screw food, let’s dance,” Riker muttered, putting everything down as he grabbed her waist and started doing the salsa. Though after a few seconds, a pout met his lips. The last time he had done the salsa was when he took Elodie on a date to a salsa dancing class and the two learned together and now he was just sad which… well… ended up with him sitting on his couch with a frown. "Why’d she leave Sadie? What did I do? I thought… I tried my best to be the best husband and father I could… I just don’t… where did I go wrong? Does she not care about me? Maybe she wants someone different… someone, better… I can’t… Who can blame her… I was never good enough for her and she finally realized it and now I’m all alone and I just… I don’t know what to do .
There was honestly in Riker’s words that he would likely have kept hidden if he was sober… but he couldn’t. Confusion revealed in his entire being and he just… didn’t know what had happened. "Why did you… you left Jordan. Was it because you didn’t love him anymore? Is that why she left me?