Post by Alex Lovelace on Apr 29, 2010 10:59:01 GMT -3
The night life. Oh He so much enjoyed it more than school. Class had it's ups and downs, mainly boredom and Alex snoring in the back of class and an immediate dismissal from his class. It had gotten to be somewhat repetitious now. Almost to the point he asked himself, why did he even show up. But then that consciousness on his shoulder whispered but a name. A name he wished he could sometimes forget altogether.
Then another name would flood his mind and he would only get too emotional for his own sake. Which is perhaps why he would wash away his memories and his emotions and his baggage with a good shot of Jack Daniels, pierce the mind and his problems.
But since being here he had done a great job at making associates. Not friends - cause Alex didn't have the luxury of friends. No they were more like contacts, people who could get him stuff whatever it may be.
In his current case that was a job at the diesel lounge. And as much as he was not in class it might as well have been full-time. And he enoyed it because they allowed him to have free reign over some of his duties. Alex had worked so many bars and clubs that it was easy, and this rate he would e manager soon if he wasn't already somewhat pseudo-manager.
But tonight he was just going to try and enjoy te night. He was wearing some dark blue shorts, ones that would look comfortably in a basketball setting. A blue tanktop that had some affiliates locally all dealing with nightlife and drinks and sex.
He sat down in a crescent booth that was against the wall closest to the bar and he brought along a blue Kamikaze for the hell of it. But what caught his eye more was a familiar looking beauty that immediately aroused his attention.
Then another name would flood his mind and he would only get too emotional for his own sake. Which is perhaps why he would wash away his memories and his emotions and his baggage with a good shot of Jack Daniels, pierce the mind and his problems.
But since being here he had done a great job at making associates. Not friends - cause Alex didn't have the luxury of friends. No they were more like contacts, people who could get him stuff whatever it may be.
In his current case that was a job at the diesel lounge. And as much as he was not in class it might as well have been full-time. And he enoyed it because they allowed him to have free reign over some of his duties. Alex had worked so many bars and clubs that it was easy, and this rate he would e manager soon if he wasn't already somewhat pseudo-manager.
But tonight he was just going to try and enjoy te night. He was wearing some dark blue shorts, ones that would look comfortably in a basketball setting. A blue tanktop that had some affiliates locally all dealing with nightlife and drinks and sex.
He sat down in a crescent booth that was against the wall closest to the bar and he brought along a blue Kamikaze for the hell of it. But what caught his eye more was a familiar looking beauty that immediately aroused his attention.