Dylan Hayes (pushme) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-12-10 20:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | dave henderson, dylan hayes |
Who: Dylan Hayes and Dave Henderson
What: Tick tock tick tock...
When: Thursday night
Where: Dylan's apartment
Warnings: References to drug use, sexuality
All things considered, Dylan was doing alright. A normal person, however, would have noticed the warning signs; his nails were chewed down to the bone, there was a twitch in his left cheek, his fingertips were yellowed from the cigarettes that filled his apartment with smoke that hung heavily in the air. There was a thick brown paper bag on the counter in his apartment's small kitchenette, and he alternated taking drags on his eight cigarette of the day and pulling ingredients out of it. After about fifty minutes (and after opening the window briefly to clear out the smoke) he had a workable pasta dish with multicolored noodles, and a desert in the oven (brownies). He washed his hands in the sink, stubbed out his cigarette in the drain, and retreated from the meager meal he had made to take a shower. He was running a towel over his damp hair when he heard a knock at the door. The smile he smiled was tired, but he threw the towel to the floor and ambled to the door anyway.
"Hey." He said after opening it.