A/N: This drabble is based on my reading of the end scene of "Southland".
Disclaimer: I don't own Southland.
He's toyed with the idea, but never gone through with it. Tonight, though, the prospect is looking better and better. He sits at the bar and watches men com in alone, get drunk, and leave with someone, whoever was willing to listen to their problems long enough to get lucky.
And he's actually starting to wonder if that would help, if a night of anonymous sex, no questions asked, would change anything; if it would make it all easier to deal with. But in the end, he just takes one last swig of his beer and decides to head home.