[He was finally allowed to leave the house after being kept home for a week. He thought he was going to grab a bite to eat with his friends, that was why his father had let him leave. Just a late supper; and by late they really did mean late. At ten o'clock, Cain thought bed sounded nice, but they assured him this place was open late and had good food.

Getting into a car, they drove him to a central part in town. None of this place seemed familiar to him at all, though he was assured he had come here plenty of times before. He was really popular with the ladies, even! What was the name of this restaurant? Ah, that didn't matter, they ended up saying. Just trust them, they knew what he needed to bring back his memories.

They stopped in front of a building that looked unlike any restaurant he had eaten at that he could remember. There was a line up outside, but apparently they didn't even have to wait. The people at the door even knew his name and congratulated him like he was a hero, and opened the door for them. This was-- definitely not a restaurant. The blaring music was pounding in his head and it was so jam packed with people he couldn't move comfortably around. It was only when they sat at the table that he could breathe out a sigh of relief. The music may have been loud, yes, but at least he wasn't touching someone every which way he moved. Well, that was until that girl draped his arms over him, causing him to leap up and try to leave. He was quickly seated back down and a round of beer was ordered for the table.

Beer.

Now, he didn't think he had brain enough to do rocket science, but he had just taken his medication, and beer wasn't something that went well with meds. They told him it was okay to have one and wouldn't let up until he finally did drink it. Then one became two, and at three, he said he had had enough. He had been there about a half an hour, putting up with random women coming over to him and trying to hug him-- which everyone seemed to find funny-- and trying to pass off his beer to other people. It was the point where his friends tried to get a girl to sit in his lap that he claimed to need the restroom-- No, not with that girl. By himself.

Wading through the crowd is a lot more difficult than he thought. It was about twenty minutes before he could even find the bathroom, let alone one that wasn't occupied with people having sex.

It's here he is now, desperately clutching his cell phone and dialing Ares' number, covering one ear to try and block out the blaring music. He thought about calling his father but decided it might be best to give someone who wouldn't scold him a call first.]

 So. Writing out Cain's flashback scenes and talking about his fellow soldiers who died made he realize that Cain really does have nameless friends who he hangs out with! Also that he's probably seen some really fucked up things during the war that probably make him wake up in the middle of the night screaming bloody murder. Because I never really get to play any of these scenes out, I figured I should... write up something about it! /totally not bored sob

[Having been held up in that cramped room for the past few days, it's nice to finally be able to get up and walk around. Granted he still isn't allowed to leave the hospital, but there's a nice area just outside of his room that overlooks the entrance to the hospital. For smokers mostly, Cain's been eating his lunch out here instead of doing it in his room. He figures there's no point in staying outside if it's so nice out. That's exactly why he's decided to invite that kid out to eat with him. Well, it was more than just eating, wasn't it?

Looking out over the area from the table he's sitting at, he hopes he gave Ares good enough instructions to find him.]

[Since it was his day off, he decided to call and give directions to one of the servants at the old house to give to Vitale so he could find the new apartment. He's sure hoping Vitale can find the apartment because it is lunch time, no one is home, and he is starving :(]

 

 

Because, you know, why not!

[ Clearly, the best kind of phone call you can get when you're trying hard to work is one saying that your younger brother has been thrown in jail. For what? Cain hadn't even bothered to ask. As soon as he heard where Ares was, he hung up the phone and swiftly made his way to the jail. He had no idea what to expect; had he gotten into a fight? What if he needed medical attention? Cain wasn't sure why he was so concerned. If his brother was in jail, he was clearly there for a reason.

Entering the jail, he wastes no time in heading right to where Ares is being held. From here, he just glares at him, waiting for some kind of explanation.]