Post by Orca on Jul 6, 2010 3:56:32 GMT -5
So.
Fuck.
He exhaled, long and slow, yellow eyes following the plume of smoke as it slowly dissolved into nothing.
Pause.
Swig of beer.
Cigarette to lips, inhale.
Repeat.
This really wasn't him, you know. He was more suited to climbing around on rooftops or terrorizing the general public or whatever. Sparkling eyes. Big smile. Never let them know what you're really thinking.
But, you know, here he was, outside a bar and halfway to drunk even though it was still pretty early at night.
Man, fuck Dom.
This sudden bout of surliness was all his fault, really. He just haaad to show up and ruin things, all with his not-being-dead-ness and weird smell and disappearing act and man, all that shit.
Orca was, in a word, confused. He was a simple person at best, and the reappearance of said ex-lover (or whatever they had been) had turned his little world upside down.
Thing was, it wasn't even just Dom. There was Sparky and Romulus to worry about too. I mean, he hadn't even seen Sparky for like, forever. Just the thought of the shy wizard got him pissed off. Stupid Sparky, ditching him here. Maybe he'd gone off to Africa without him this time? How dare he!
And same with Romulus, even though he was supposed to be, like, following him or some shit now. Dang. He almost hoped something important would happen, just so they could hang out or something. You know?
He raked a hand through his hair and sighed. Dude, fuck guys.
...Hahahah, get it, cuz like, get it. He's gay, so
yeah you get it
but no seriously
The lycan brought his beer to his mouth, and almost had a mild panic attack when he realized it was empty before remembering he had brought a second drink out just in case this happened (dang he's so smart).
He drank, tottered, leaned against the wall to catch himself. Maybe he should start doing drugs. Be high all the time and never care about anything. That sounded nice.
The actually-probably-very-drunk lycan scowled at nothing in particular, his way of expressing his displeasure in the direction his life had taken. He vocalized his feelings in one simple statement:
"Fuck'n fuck this shit man."
Cue cigarette.
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Fuck.
He exhaled, long and slow, yellow eyes following the plume of smoke as it slowly dissolved into nothing.
Pause.
Swig of beer.
Cigarette to lips, inhale.
Repeat.
This really wasn't him, you know. He was more suited to climbing around on rooftops or terrorizing the general public or whatever. Sparkling eyes. Big smile. Never let them know what you're really thinking.
But, you know, here he was, outside a bar and halfway to drunk even though it was still pretty early at night.
Man, fuck Dom.
This sudden bout of surliness was all his fault, really. He just haaad to show up and ruin things, all with his not-being-dead-ness and weird smell and disappearing act and man, all that shit.
Orca was, in a word, confused. He was a simple person at best, and the reappearance of said ex-lover (or whatever they had been) had turned his little world upside down.
Thing was, it wasn't even just Dom. There was Sparky and Romulus to worry about too. I mean, he hadn't even seen Sparky for like, forever. Just the thought of the shy wizard got him pissed off. Stupid Sparky, ditching him here. Maybe he'd gone off to Africa without him this time? How dare he!
And same with Romulus, even though he was supposed to be, like, following him or some shit now. Dang. He almost hoped something important would happen, just so they could hang out or something. You know?
He raked a hand through his hair and sighed. Dude, fuck guys.
...Hahahah, get it, cuz like, get it. He's gay, so
yeah you get it
but no seriously
The lycan brought his beer to his mouth, and almost had a mild panic attack when he realized it was empty before remembering he had brought a second drink out just in case this happened (dang he's so smart).
He drank, tottered, leaned against the wall to catch himself. Maybe he should start doing drugs. Be high all the time and never care about anything. That sounded nice.
The actually-probably-very-drunk lycan scowled at nothing in particular, his way of expressing his displeasure in the direction his life had taken. He vocalized his feelings in one simple statement:
"Fuck'n fuck this shit man."
Cue cigarette.
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