sean jackson (seanjackson) wrote in notebookthreads, @ 2015-05-12 08:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 50 points, ! closed, ! complete, ! random, sean jackson, thea queen |
Who: Sean Jackson & Thea Queen
When: Tuesday May 12, evening.
Where: Test City Bar & Grill
What: Sean's stopping by the local watering hole for a drink after work.
Rating: Low
Warnings: Language likely, otherwise low.
Status: Random/Complete
Working at the hospital wasn't a bad gig, Sean wasn't complaining at any rate. The hours weren't bad, but the pay was less than he was used to. Given the fact that he was also living in a place that could never meet up to the standards of his beach house, or the apartment he stayed in during season back home, he was trying to adjust. Sean still wouldn't complain. His roommate was alright in his book, Holden was here, there was no paparazzi following him around and life? Well, it was great.
Work had been busy. There were plenty of people that had injured something during the attack, and that needed help rehabilitating. Sean hadn't finished college, but he remembered enough to know what he was doing which was why, he supposed, he'd been given the position. Sean didn't stop except to eat lunch and take a few bathroom breaks, and by the time six rolled around his feet were hurting but he still had a smile on his face.
Sean said goodbye to the receptionist as he left the physical therapy area, and he began walking. The wear of the day started getting to him as he entered the center of town, the tell-tale signs of destruction still present in some spots. Sean frowned, he hadn't been useful at all during the attack. Hell, he didn't have any special skills outside of throwing a football so the only thing he would've been was in the way. Sean was just glad to be safe, secure now until the next thing was thrown at them.
That thought was enough to make him want a drink, and instead of heading directly back to the apartment, he made a pit stop at the Bar & Grill still dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that had the name of the hospital printed across the back. He found himself at seat at the bar, and scrubbed a hand over his face. What would be the next thing thrown at them? God only knew and Sean couldn't think much on it without making himself feel crazy.
This place wasn't normal, natural, but it was made better by the fact that Holden was happy. That meant more to Sean than anything else, to be perfectly honest. He thought about ordering a bottle of beer and a plate of boneless mild chicken wings. It seemed like a good night for it, and besides, it would add just a little bit more normal to his life.