Who: Duke & Lorcan What: Having a drink Where: Pub When: Friday evening Rating: Low - medium (usual rockstar shenanigans)
Boredom came and went weeks ago. Did a word exist for the level after boredom? A level of being stuck in the same town with the same few shops and only one pub that welcomed the same customers day in and day out. Nothing new came around. There was no escape, no option of popping into another city, meeting strangers, discovering a better place to hang out.
Even though Duke treated the pub like a second home, one in which he spent more time than his own flat, he'd come to realization that he was utterly trapped. Drinking and smoking only helped him so much but most of the reasons he followed his chosen path ceased to exist now; where was the rush of putting on a show? Of falling in love with someone for a night, knowing he'd never see them again? Of doing anything besides the mundane getting up and searching for some lackluster entertainment.
The snowball fight had been fun, at least. Unfortunately it was as fleeting as anything else with nothing to follow up and keep his cheerful momentum going.
That probably fueled his button-pushing more than anything else. Duke didn't really know any of these people prior to arriving in the village besides Lorcan. And of course he was more than well acquainted with that one. So he knew how to work the half-vampire to some degree. What to say to tick him off or make him give in. The more bored Duke grew, the more he wanted to mess with someone, consequences be damned. And honestly, he was surprised that it had taken this long to only sit down for a drink, especially given the lack of options.
A sigh passed through his lips at the sight of an almost-empty table sitting in front of him. A half-drank pint gathered condensation beside his cigarettes, tempting him to down it all and order two more just to make up for lost time. Patience was never his strong suit. He hated waiting on people, even if he would've been there regardless. Clamping his teeth around a dark pick, Duke strummed with his fingers, producing a quiet melody in the corner, one full of near-creepy sounding minor chords.