Post by Preston James on Feb 11, 2014 19:12:10 GMT -5
It was a staple. A hunters bar. Something that could be found just about anywhere if you just knew where to look. To Preston, it was just another place to find work. There was always some big case that was drawing hunters to and from different bars, and hotels. It was a life that suited him for a wile.
Saving people. But now that he was settling down, and trying to do something for himself, other than fulfilling his hero complex, he still found himself sitting outside of the bar. He didn't want to go in. He got the same look at the bar that he did most places, the "What are you doing you're just a kid look". He hated it.
Preston walked into the bar, shaking is head. It was better than most of the hunter haunts. Sure it was the same feeling that he had gotten any other time he went into a bar, but this one felt more like home. The atmosphere just felt right. The bar was empty, but as he entered the door, he heard the bell above is head ring. He walked over to a table and just sat. Whoever worked there, probably didn't care that a lone traveler was in a bit before the normal bar crowd would start to filter in.
Only been in town a few hours and his first stops are a little cafe, and a bar. He realizes that he hasn't even checked into his hotel, yet, but he figures that can wait till later. He wants to let his presence know a bit more than he normally would, since he's going to be living there. He looks down at the table, and notices that someone has carved into the wood. He see's a few of the names that are like celebrities down on the table.
"This place sure can get some traffic huh?"
It wasnt to anyone in particular, just to himself. It was just nice to know, that a few of the good ones had been here as well.
Saving people. But now that he was settling down, and trying to do something for himself, other than fulfilling his hero complex, he still found himself sitting outside of the bar. He didn't want to go in. He got the same look at the bar that he did most places, the "What are you doing you're just a kid look". He hated it.
Preston walked into the bar, shaking is head. It was better than most of the hunter haunts. Sure it was the same feeling that he had gotten any other time he went into a bar, but this one felt more like home. The atmosphere just felt right. The bar was empty, but as he entered the door, he heard the bell above is head ring. He walked over to a table and just sat. Whoever worked there, probably didn't care that a lone traveler was in a bit before the normal bar crowd would start to filter in.
Only been in town a few hours and his first stops are a little cafe, and a bar. He realizes that he hasn't even checked into his hotel, yet, but he figures that can wait till later. He wants to let his presence know a bit more than he normally would, since he's going to be living there. He looks down at the table, and notices that someone has carved into the wood. He see's a few of the names that are like celebrities down on the table.
"This place sure can get some traffic huh?"
It wasnt to anyone in particular, just to himself. It was just nice to know, that a few of the good ones had been here as well.