Who: David and Miles What: Not so friendly rivalry Where: Frye's Leap Cafe and Bar When: Sunday afternoon Rating: TBD Status: Incomplete
If there was one day of the week David despised, it was Sunday. Everything closed early, people were home, relaxing, which translated to being boring in his opinion, and so he was bored. It was his day off, as well, which made him suffer all the more from ennui. He lived for his job. It was what he liked to do. The problem was, it was not paying much more than the bills, and for a kid who'd grown up in relative luxury, it was a big step down to be drinking cheap liquor, and having nothing but milk, eggs and bread in his fridge half the time. It was almost enough to make him want to go visit his parents for Sunday brunch, or dinner for that matter. Almost, but not quite. He'd had enough of his father, as of late, and was going to keep his distance for as long as he could manage.
The only problem was not knowing where his father would be at any given time. Or when he'd show up unannounced, or somehow break in again. David had gotten his locks changed, though he was positive it wouldn't stop Arthur for long. So, he'd gone out. Initially it had been for a walk, but it wasn't long before he found himself glued to a bar stool. While David had a certain loyalty to Pearson's, he didn't feel the need to be there on his day off. So, Frye's Leap it was. He sat bored with his eyes glued to the tv screen. A finger ran lazily around the rim of his glass of their house wine. It wasn't awful, considering, but certainly not the best wine he'd ever had. Whatever. It didn't matter. He was out of the house. And besides being bored, he hadn't been bothered at all since he'd gotten there, and was hoping to keep it that way.