Post by Xazz on Mar 30, 2009 16:05:49 GMT -5
Nik stared into the bottom on his glass with disapproval written all over his face. The fact that he could see the clear glass wasn't a good sign. He growled and slumped against the bar clacking the glass against the bartop, the bartender came over immediately and he ordered another whisky. Once his glass was full again he took a tip then lit a cigarette, he preferred this bar over the Ottsel; they let you smoke here. And while it wasn't as famous as the Ottsel with its furry owner The King's Casket was no hole in the wall hovel either with a few hard wooden tables and a long wrap around bar lit by overhanging stained glass chandeliers. Again unlike the Ottsel with its regalia of neon and florescent lights that stung the eyes after a night of drinking.
He took a long steady drag on his cig and made a few rings with the smoke as he puffed it out again. Someone came up beside him, put a hand on his shoulder, he tensed and reached for his gun. "Oh sorry man, thought you were someone else," they said and he glared at them. They quickly looked away and he drank some more of his whisky puffing away at his cig, once it was nothing but embers he lit another one.
He didn't know how much time passed in the Casket, he didn't really care. He just drank his whisky and smoked an entire pack of cigarettes staring at himself in the huge gaudy mirror behind the bar. "Hey buddy, last call," said the bar tender.
Nik looked down at his cup, it had a swig left, so he drank it. "I'm good, the bill," he rasped his voice like sandpaper from his obnoxious habit his girlfriend had been trying to make him kick before-
He cut the thought off and almost slammed his fist into the bartop in anger. He told himself he wasn't going to let his mind go there, yet there it was! He made his face a mask of calm and paid his bill with the money he jacked from the safe of the last guy who had the privilege to be his play thing, since everyone knew Haven banks weren't to be trusted, to much corruption, to high of taxes, interest rates to low, checking and cashing rates to high.
He took a look in his box of addiction, he was out. "f*ck," he grumbled in annoyance. He could last a bit, yeah, totally. Maybe, he could already feel the addiction working its way to his brain. He shrugged it off and popped a pill, they kept away his urges as well as his need for nicotine. Nik stood up, not at all tipsy, he hadn't drunken much, just enough so that the walls bended out and far away the world blurred into a grainly fuzz. He rubbed his eyes and left the bar. Outside Brick, the damn thing, thumped his tail happily on the ground and whined. He stroked the dog's huge head and unclipped his short leash from the light pole, one that was well out of anyone's way, Brick was known for breaking chain when he really wanted to get someone. "Ready to go home boy?" he asked softly with affection, the only real affection he felt other then for his addictions. "Huh?"
The dog barked. "Lets go," and let the dog lead.
He took a long steady drag on his cig and made a few rings with the smoke as he puffed it out again. Someone came up beside him, put a hand on his shoulder, he tensed and reached for his gun. "Oh sorry man, thought you were someone else," they said and he glared at them. They quickly looked away and he drank some more of his whisky puffing away at his cig, once it was nothing but embers he lit another one.
He didn't know how much time passed in the Casket, he didn't really care. He just drank his whisky and smoked an entire pack of cigarettes staring at himself in the huge gaudy mirror behind the bar. "Hey buddy, last call," said the bar tender.
Nik looked down at his cup, it had a swig left, so he drank it. "I'm good, the bill," he rasped his voice like sandpaper from his obnoxious habit his girlfriend had been trying to make him kick before-
He cut the thought off and almost slammed his fist into the bartop in anger. He told himself he wasn't going to let his mind go there, yet there it was! He made his face a mask of calm and paid his bill with the money he jacked from the safe of the last guy who had the privilege to be his play thing, since everyone knew Haven banks weren't to be trusted, to much corruption, to high of taxes, interest rates to low, checking and cashing rates to high.
He took a look in his box of addiction, he was out. "f*ck," he grumbled in annoyance. He could last a bit, yeah, totally. Maybe, he could already feel the addiction working its way to his brain. He shrugged it off and popped a pill, they kept away his urges as well as his need for nicotine. Nik stood up, not at all tipsy, he hadn't drunken much, just enough so that the walls bended out and far away the world blurred into a grainly fuzz. He rubbed his eyes and left the bar. Outside Brick, the damn thing, thumped his tail happily on the ground and whined. He stroked the dog's huge head and unclipped his short leash from the light pole, one that was well out of anyone's way, Brick was known for breaking chain when he really wanted to get someone. "Ready to go home boy?" he asked softly with affection, the only real affection he felt other then for his addictions. "Huh?"
The dog barked. "Lets go," and let the dog lead.