The bar he sat himself at this evening was perhaps not entirely suited to him—or perhaps he was not entirely suited to the establishment in question, either way one did not quite belong with the other. He gave it little thought. As a younger teen he would have turned his nose up at such a place, but he was twenty and jaded. Money and privilege had gotten him nowhere in life, and had given him nothing but a false sense of security soon yanked out from beneath him by the workings of the Negaverse.
The bar top was worn and scarred. And stained, sticky in patches and littered with crumbs. Lovely chose not to think of their origins. Instead he sat himself on a creaky stool with a torn leather cushion and propped his elbows up, leaning heavily against the bar and nursing a pint of some foul tasting brew he'd never really developed a fondness for despite his experiences with alcohol over the years. But beer seemed more “macho” to him than the colorful, fruity beverages he might have otherwise preferred.
One might think he'd have done away with such ridiculous notions a long time ago. Even he thought it was a bit silly, but there were some habits that just wouldn't die. He clung to them stubbornly, all that remained of an arrogant fifteen year old unknowingly getting himself in way over his head.
Loud music kept such thoughts at bay for the time being, the sort of boisterous mainstream hits he'd never developed much of a fondness for. Lovely kept his eyes glued up on one of the television screens instead, pretending to be more interested in one of the closed captioned live broadcasts while a group of rowdy-college aged students engaged in a noisy game of pool somewhere behind him.
It was how he spent many nights these days—alone.
Kaefaux
I WAS FEELING PRODUCTIVE TODAY SO I STARTED US A THING! 8D I hope you don't mind~! <3333
