When Sebastian had downed yet another pint, he figured he had had enough as it was for one night. It wouldn't do him any good in the morning, but there was the fact that he wasn't trying to keep up a reputation, so he didn't exactly have to worry. As long as no one recognised him for who he actually was, his days usually tended to go smoothly.
Lighting a cigarette once he made his way outside, he immediately regretted drinking so much. He inhaled deeply and started walking, blowing out the smoke so it rose into the cold air. He didn't know what time it was, but surely it was late telling by how dark the sky had become.
Cars noisily drove past him as he rounded a corner and came into another street, staggering slightly in the process of trying to concentrate on where he was going. Thankfully his flat wasn't that far from here and it would only take him a few minutes to get there. He would need painkillers for the splitting headache he had.
Coming across a young couple by the looks of it, he cursed himself for drinking more than he could manage. Something about the girl stopped him dead in his tracks. Sebastian could have sworn he had seen her before. The closer he came to the two, the more familiar she was to him. The coat. That's what it was. But then again, so many people had trench coats nowadays. He told himself it was nothing as he passed, taking a quick glance towards the number of the door. He didn't recognise it. It was probably nothing and he was simply hallucinating.
Despite his flat being no more than a ten minute walk from here at the least, he halted the next cab that came his way. "Follow it," he demanded in a drunken slur when he slid into the seat, ignoring the strange look the cabbie gave him. Something about the girl bothered him and he wanted to know what it was before it drove him crazy. "Follow it!" The sniper repeated louder and the man drove. The car in front headed in the direction he thought it would, which triggered something in his mind, though the amount of alcohol he consumed didn't help him remember.
"Stop." Sebastian told him once the other cab turned the opposite corner he had thought it would. It was nothing, he told himself as he thrust a note to the driver and climbed out, deciding to walk the rest back. He would keep the address in mind, hoping to come across whoever it was again. Though that didn't stop whatever it was from immensely annoying him.