Post by Deleted on May 29, 2013 16:00:47 GMT -5
Weep not for roads untraveled
Weep not for paths left alone.
Weep not for paths left alone.
Damion glanced down at his watch, before looking up at the door to the bar. He didn’t know exactly what he was supposed to be waiting for, but he knew something was going to happen, and he was eager to be a spectator in whatever event was to go down. Or maybe it was nothing. It was entirely possible. He shook his head and turned back to face the bar, motioning the bartender over and ordering another whiskey and a beer, one of the more expensive brands. He had no desire to have a massive hangover the next day, so he was sure to stick to the good stuff only, since a minor headache was okay, a massive, blinding one, complete with nausea? Not okay.
He shrugged off his thoughts and cleared his mind, contemplating the bottom of his glass with an intensity that showed he was waiting for something, anything more interesting to come along and snag his attention. It wouldn’t take much. Hell, male or female, he was up for anything that night, especially since it’d been a few days since he’d last found a nice little victim, and he was starting to feel deprived. Far be it from him to not indulge himself more often. After all, if he didn’t get what he wanted, or needed every so often, well, he wasn’t an easy bastard to deal with without it. And he figured that his boss at his work wouldn’t much appreciate his attitude on the job.
Damion spotted a few potentials over by the pool table, and he smirked, putting that knowledge away for later until they were less cautious and more controlled by alcohol. He did so like when they fought, but he also didn’t mind when they were more complacent. Made his job easier. If not a bit more fun. He let out a breath and focused on centering himself, letting the slightly numbing feel of the alcohol begin to wash over him, his eyes closing for a moment as he waited. For what, or who, he didn’t know, nor care. He just wanted something to happen.
NOTES :: Open to anyone~ Rescue my Dami from boredom.
MUSIC :: Cruise (Remix) - Florida Georgia Line Ft. Nelly
WORDS :: 353
TAGS :: OPEN;
'Cause beyond every bend
Is a long blinding end.
It's the worst kind of pain
I've known.
Is a long blinding end.
It's the worst kind of pain
I've known.