lenn (lemoned) wrote in lakewoodic, @ 2014-06-20 18:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | ashley whitman, grady callaghan, jude wallace, lennon krylenko, liam dawson, molly wilson, olivia krylenko, raven pangburn, samoyla volkov |
WHO: Lenn Krylenko & EVERYONE WHO WANTS IN!
WHEN: Fri, June 20th, 8pm.
WHAT: Grand opening of Touchdown!
WHERE: Touchdown bar.
WARNING: TBD.
Finally. All his hard work was finally going to pay off, or at least come to fruition for the first time. He wasn't frightened (when was he ever?) but it was nevertheless a surreal moment. For a few seconds, Lenn let himself regret the opening. It would mean that his project was complete, so to speak. Sure, there would be the day-to-day running. There would be the occasional renovations, changes, so forth. But the actual building, the main project was done, and he'd soon be back to being without a concrete purpose; without a goal, beyond to drink and have fun. While both of those were clearly his typical daily choices of activities anyway, Lenn was the kind of guy who always needed something to strive for. When he was a football player, it was always striving for the Lombardi trophy. And when he'd gotten it in February of 2012? Well, it just made him want to go out and get it again.
Still, this was a happy day for him. Once he'd had his few seconds of early nostalgia, he brushed it off and focused on the day. He knew most of the town would show up, whether because they were his friends, enjoyed that he brought their small town some fame with his career, or just because they wanted to get completely sloshed. The reason didn't matter, as long as they came.
Five minutes to eight.
He took one last glance around the place, knowing (or perhaps hoping) that this would be the last time he'd ever see it empty. The black walls were peppered with signed jerseys from both his teams, the Giants and Patriots, including his own, hung in a spot of honor in the center of the wall behind the bar. Various memorabilia items were strewn all over the place; a hockey stick from a Bruins player; jerseys from all New England teams; a signed basbeball from Papi, encased behind the bar. Along the entire length of the bar were TVs, enough so that there would always be enough to air every game on at any time. The counter and all the furniture were well-crafted wood, finished in a beautifully dark mahogany color. There were already a few scratches here and there, and Lenn couldn't help but grin at them. He'd given a couple local kids a few dollars to run around and have fun. No joke. He wanted those scratches, to make the bar look lived-in.
It was ready.
At 7:59, Lenn opened one door and peeked out. His grin was met by many others, most of them familiar and friendly. "First drink for all of you is on the house. That doesn't include tip, though!" And with that, he pushed both doors open, locking them in place, beginning the first of many hopefully crazy nights.