Sebastian Volage (the_rake) wrote in labyrinthine_, @ 2015-04-10 17:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | kathryn tosca, sebastian volage |
Whatever the tortures of hell...
Sebastian was bored. He could go out, find yet another willing body to fuck, but he felt oddly listless today. He'd come back home from work and hopped into the shower, hoping that it would wash away his odd lethargy, but it seemed to cling to him even after he'd dressed again, in a pair of designer jeans, white shirt and grey vest, a perfect outfit to go and pick up lonely women in the bars of Québec City.
He ran a hand through still slightly wet hair, letting it stick up at odd angles. There, he didn't even have it in him to style his hair, today. He sighed, dropped his hand, and decided that there was nothing for it.
He crossed the street, didn't even bother flirting with the help that opened the door, and breezed into her living room as if he belonged there, heading straight for her liquor cabinet. "I'm bored, Kathryn."