Bark at the Moon (bite_the_system) wrote in halcyon_halls, @ 2008-04-09 12:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | kimberly, ray |
Week Seven: Thursday
When: Later afternoon
Where: City
Who: Ray and Kimmy
Classes were a droning bore that Ray had decided to sleep through. Thankfully he was damn good at finding some back desk and propping himself up in just the right way that it looked like he was paying attention even if he so fucking wasn’t. Ray was not any fucking scholastic scholar and he had no plans to be. He was here only because it was better then being in jail. That and there were some hot chics, that helped out on why he was here too. Now he had family too which yeah, still fucking strange, but he was getting more and more used to the idea. Took while for Ray to get comfortable with people. He wasn’t all touchy feely happy go lucky trust everyone sort of guy. Not even close. He was cordial enough and all but if you thought that meant he liked you, you were wrong.
This week he’d been pretty lazy, gaming a bit with Ray, staying out all night, the general normal shit for Ray really. He’d taken it easy on the job front, he knew that got to get varied up from time to time or people were going to catch on. He hadn’t hit up anything big or paid any attention to the crap going on around the school. There was always something, sometimes it was amusing and sometimes it was just like hot pokers to the eyes to read.
Today was proving to be just as lazy as the day before it. He had lunch with Kim going on but other then that he wasn’t sure he was going to do anything. There was that thing at the tattoo place but Ray was sort of whatever to that. He loved a good party sure but tattoos tended to bring out a lot of posers. Look I’m fucking cool cause I got a little spot of ink, now I’m going to act like a badass that needs to be punched straight in the damn face. Plus as much as he loved parties, the whole small space gatherings tended to get on his last nerve real quick. He didn’t need to be crawling over a bunch of fuckers he didn’t want to listen to in order to get his drink or grub.
Depended on how shit went. He had lunch to do, a stop at the club to think about….and shit t here was something else but he wasn’t remembering it at the moment. He would later, probably a good hour or so after he was supposed to do it but whatever. That was pretty damn common with Ray so anyone that dealt with him knew to expect it. But yeah, could go either fucking way with him. Might show. Might not. Either way he’d set up people going already, some sells earlier in the week.
That shit was why he made the plans with Kim down in the city already, that way he wouldn’t be as late as he likely could be. Shit he might even be early since he had gone right down there after classes. A new game was out and he was picking up some copy that had been on reserve for about two days now but his lazy ass hadn’t been nice enough to go take it off their hands till now. The fuckers were smart and held it still, too much work to ream the guys right now when he had a meeting to get to.
With game acquire and that task done with he headed over to the pizza pasta joint. He’d eaten there once; decent enough food and he could definitely go for some pizza right about now. Food of champions…or at the least perfect for a guy that had the damned munchies fucking hard core.