blind_angel (blind_angel) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2009-11-28 00:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-06-24, saoirse |
but this is where the story ends, or have we just begun?
Who: Angel and Saoirse
Where: Heme
When: 9pmish
Angel had had a frustrating day to say the least. He'd tried to paint but 80% of the time missed the canvas all together. He could only imagine what a clusterfuck his colors were. He had always taken such pride in his work but now it was shit. Or at least, he thought it was shit; he couldn't see to even tell if it was shit.
The canvas ended up thrown against the wall, narrowly missing his dog Annie, who growled at him for that. Annie was a temperamental thing, but then again, she had to be to keep up with his mood swings.
Needing to get out of his house, Angel strapped the harness on Annie and walked out without bothering to change out of his paint streaked shirt, ripped jeans and scuffed converse shoes. He'd been hearing about a bar not too far from where he lived, so he decided to walk it. He hoped he'd know it when he got there. He should have taken the time to plug it into his computer for it to tell him approximately how many paces it would be so he could keep count, but he didn't bother.
After walking for quite a while, Angel finally heard the music coming from the bar and almost immediately he relaxed. He pointed Annie in what he hoped was the direction he wanted to go in and felt her signal to step up onto a curb and then into the bar. He didn't even have to explain to the bouncer why he was bringing a dog into the bar, thank goodness. As if it weren't fucking obvious. He'd taken to carrying around Annie's registration papers because he got stopped all the time.
Annie was unusually reluctant to go further into the bar. He heard her growl and snarl, which was unlike her at all. He scolded her harshly and asked someone to point her in the direction of the bar. Annie refused to walk any further and sat down, her signal that there was something to be avoided ahead. As per usual Angel ignored her. Which promptly had him stumbling over a chair while dragging her behind him. Like he was her fucking guide. Damn dog!
Finally making it to the bar, he settled on a bar stool, making sure Annie was under the stool so she wouldn't trip anyone. "Jack and Coke," he barked at the bartender he guessed was behind the bar.