[M] SO LIVE YOUR LIFE ! May 31, 2011 18:52:27 GMT -5
Post by prospice1 on May 31, 2011 18:52:27 GMT -5
Summer sucked. Exhibit A, the stupid high schoolers were out, which meant that they were wandering around Someplace looking for something to do. Exhibit B, people - mostly janitors - gave Henry odd looks when he skulked around the laboratory at odd hours. When typical college was in session, this was considered commonplace. Exhibit C, there were temporarily no freshmen. Plus it was hot. Usually, Henry tried to stay as far away from Beatz as humanly possible. However, seeing as how his personal stash of alcohol was at his house and his car had broken down, he really didn't have much of a choice that he could see. A Hobson's choice, really... either booze here or no booze anywhere. And the second wasn't really an option.
So he leaned on the bar sipping a gin and tonic and wishing that he had a legitimate reason to get wasted. He actually didn't know how he was going to get home now, although he could always walk... He'd always been a little scared of walking home, though. He lived on the "artsy" side of town in an apartment where there were a few square patches of missing carpet. He firmly believed that they had been cut out as evidence for some murder or other domestic crime.
He cradled his glass with one gloved hand, glaring around for a while at all the shiny-faced people around him. He recognized a few of them from Glencarry, but most of them he didn't know or didn't care about. A few seats down, sitting at the bar, was a petite woman with her legs crossed, a sweep of dark hair across her brow, red lipstick. Her boyfriend was either nonexistent or he'd gone off to do something, although in Henry's experience this kind of girl was usually taken or about to be. She wasn't really his type, anyway.... but heck... She half-turned and caught him staring and looked up with wide eyes.
"Heey sweetheart, what's a pretty girl like you doing all alone in a place like this?" He knew he'd butchered it the moment he said it. She looked vaguely as if she was going to puke, then turned away and pretended she hadn't heard him. Henry rolled his eyes and turned back to his drink, still holding it in that peculiar, selfish way. He regarded the glass suspiciously, because it had, after all, come from behind the bar and he was well aware of the sort of sanitation in a place like this, but in the end decided that the alcohol was more important than whatever might be crawling around in it. Not that much could survive in this sort of thing. The girl was gone, he hadn't seen her leave. Oh, well. She hadn't been his type anyway.
He downed the rest of the drink, there hadn't been that much anyway. Since he didn't have that much money at the moment he was trying to make them last as long as possible. His main source of actual income had been stripped from him recently, when he'd been kicked off of a research project for... various misconducts... "Over here, use the same glass," he piped up, interrupting the barman's chat with another customer. He looked up, annoyed, but obliged. Henry supposed that he'd have to get a job soon if he wanted to stay in his apartment - no matter how crappy it was - at all, but he knew that he couldn't take being ordered around like that and forced to obey.
"this is your character talking"
"this is someone else talking"
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