Who: Sebastian and Emerson What: Chatting over coffee Where: The Hub When: Monday morning, week 13 Warning: None, maybe some language
According to the calendar on his phone it was Monday. How it could be Monday, Sebastian had no idea. He had absolutely no recollection of the weekend after Saturday evening. With Darcy having run away, much to his surprise, he had decided to go to the Slave Night at Avalon so that he could perhaps partake in some unrestrained fun. Truth be told, he'd been hoping to bump into Karena there, but that hadn't panned out. Instead the rest of the weekend was a complete blur and he'd even missed the opportunity to get a new slave on Sunday. Perhaps that was for the best.
Waking up this morning, though, Sebastian had a killer hangover and headache. Maybe he'd actually consider giving up the liquor for awhile. It never left him feeling particularly pleasant and most times ended up with him blacking out. As it was, there was no coffee to be found in his house and therefore required a trip to the cafe. Waiting in line to place his order, he the door open and felt a powerful presence. In fact, it might even be stronger than his own. Sebastian turned his head to look over his shoulder at the new comer. He looked vaguely familiar to him, but he couldn't place it. Giving the new guy an acknowledging smile and head nod, he turned back to order his coffee and croissant.