Alexander Moore (the_desirous) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2008-10-06 00:42:00 |
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Current mood: | happy |
Entry tags: | alexander moore, mordred |
Who: Alex Moore, open
Where: In a convenience store somewhere in the vicinity of Three Sheets.
When: The wee small hours of Monday morning.
Rating: TBA.
It had been a successful night by Alex's standards, which meant he had gotten propositioned by at least three customers, chatted up everyone in the bar and gotten only four negative reactions, heard a couple of really good jokes from Rob the bartender, and won a bet with the waitress. In fact, it had been such a great night that he had forgone his usual precautions and had just one drink after he got off--only one, just enough for a nice warm feeling and not enough--he hoped--to pull something with his medication.
Now he was heading home, his backpack slung over his shoulder, wearing a long jacket and knit scarf in the October cold. It was his kind of season, his kind of night, the time when he was happiest and the most distanced from his problems. After a minute, he ducked into the Indian-run corner convenience store and started poking around for chocolate and Coke.
Hey, even a grown man could have his guilty pleasures.