Oblivion ::: An Original RP

Who: Slav and Andie
When: Just after noon
Where: Cult of Dionysus

The Parental Units were fighting again. Which, in a Jones Boy's world, was a daily event, and not only expected but they had learned to try to plan around such blow ups, anticipate them. Slav didn't have the shop here, where he could escape under the hood of some classic 'vette, classic rock blaring, chatting it up with Betty. Occasionally being dragged by what was probably his best friend, into the back of some car for some fun when she decided they should have a break. They had an odd friendship, what could he say.

Even in his thoughts, Slav was easily distracted.

He had ended up at the Cult with the rumble of his stomach telling him he should eat. Which was nice, the stomach rumbling, he usually forgot about it soon after, but this time it was timely and just when he was bypassing someplace with food. An order of an extremely delicious burger, steak fries and a beer later, the beer only because he could order one on the ship, and he had wandered over to one of the available pool tables to play. His more than half full beer was set on a nearby small table, he quickly had a pool cue in hand and blew his hair out of his face with a puff of breath.