Alexander Moore (the_desirous) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2008-09-01 23:14:00 |
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Current mood: | busy |
Entry tags: | alexander moore, litigation, mordred |
Who: Alex and Open
Where: Three Sheets, because really, we haven't had enough action taking place in bars yet, right?
When: Saturday night.
Rating: TBA
Alex was always happier when he was working--the sense of purpose and independence almost made up for the fact that he'd spent the morning facedown on the bathroom floor until Emory and Annika got him cleaned up and helped him to bed. But that was morning--it was past ten now and he was in his element: casually chatting up customers of male and female persuasion, showing pictures of his daughter to the little old lady having the Fuzzy Navel, mixing drinks with with the loose-limbed ease he came by naturally.
He was a born lover, and his customers tended to notice. It was easy to get comfortable with someone who smiled so readily and affectionately, someone who paid you just enough attention to get you feeling attractive, but not enough to be an overture.
As for Alex, he was having a great time. He always did. And hopefully his thermos of coffee would keep him from having any more seizures to-day.