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 Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2017 9:14 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2017 8:07 pm
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Wesley Clover ஐ
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» Christmas lights decorated the cold town of New York. Times Square seemed even more beautiful now, with it's Christmas trees and various other decorations. The streets were full and bustling, and Wesley was walking to one of the many, many open bars. He didn't care much for the Christmas season, as it always brought more people to the already huge city. All of the tourists annoyed him, and he knew the bar would be full of them. Wesley did want to drink, though, and sometimes he could pick someone up. That was always fun.
Wesley entered the bar as he got there, wasting no time in finding a seat at the bar. It was extremely loud in here, with some game on and all of the drunks yelling in joy or anger. The music was also raving, and some people were playing pool. Wesley decided to not do anything else but get a buzz for the moment, and ordered a Gin and Tonic.
Wesley was only 24. He lived alone in a one bedroom apartment. He worked in a factory every day of the week, and often on Friday nights he would visit a random bar. He disliked Christmas, but that was mostly because he was alone. He didn't have many friends and he didn't really have a family at all. «
midnight-tok3r ooc: sorry it's short! There's not much to do for the first post though! |
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2017 11:35 am
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   " so i kiss goodbye to every little ounce of pain, light a cigarette and wish the world away "
E L I J A H
C O L E M A N
"Elijah, it was a pleasure having you, thanks so much," said the host, the crowd roaring as Elijah stood up from his stool. "Thanks for having me man, thank you," he said with a broad smile, waving goodbye to his fans as he exited the stage.
The male had just finished playing in an underground club in Times Square, Manhattan. One of his 'secret concerts', as his manager called them. Normally, one would find Elijah and his bandmates playing in major cities around the world. Although if anyone were to ask him if he preferred playing at festivals, in front of thousands of people, or a secluded bar/cafe, he would choose the latter.
Flipping his hood up once he had made it outside, Elijah dug his hands deep into his pockets before looking over his shoulder to ensure that no one had followed him. Alone time was hard to come by nowadays. Eventually finding his way to a bar, the young man made his way inside and pushed back his hood while taking a brief look around. The place was pretty packed at the moment. Not that he expected anything less - it was Christmas time after all.
The twenty-five year old strode through the pub and took a seat at the bar. After removing his brown leather jacket, he waved down the bartender and ordered a rum and coke. It took a bit of a buzz for him to actually put himself out there and socialize. Sober Elijah was a bit awkward and (unintentionally) came off as a jerk sometimes.
About twenty minutes had passed when Elijah noticed a dark haired male had occupied the seat a few spaces down from his. He kept an eye on him for a while to see if he came alone, ordering another drink in the meantime. Once he had mustered up the confidence to finally approach the other, he grabbed his jacket and made his way over. "'Scuse me," he began, "is this seat taken?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2017 10:28 pm
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Wesley Clover ஐ
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» Wesley had ordered a few more drinks to pass the time, finding more interest in the barkeep than in going and talking to some stranger. Wesley knew most of the bartenders in town, not that he was a drunk or anything. He just liked to come and unwind on the weekends, but more so around Christmas. Wesley was told that he was much more loose and personable the more he drank, so he hoped that somehow he would get some luck tonight.
Apparently luck came in a random stranger who was asking for a seat by him. Wesley smiled softly and shook his head no, "Nah. Just for you." he chuckled softly, downing the remnants of his last glass. Wesley almost always came alone.
He turned to face the other, who looked somewhat familiar. He couldn't place his finger on exactly who this stranger was, so he decided to just introduce himself. "Name's Wesley," he started, his smile carrying on. His eyes flicked over the other, trying to identify him, but his buzzed mind was not able to place him. Perhaps he was, indeed, just a stranger. «
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