|Z. Luc Haust // Apollōn (radiantdelphi) wrote in paxletalelogs,|
@ 2011-09-27 16:26:00
|Entry tags:||apollo, geb|
so don't knock it..
Who: Luc and Sean.
What: Luc needs some relaxation, and he heard a rumor.
Where: Mostly Newport Zen. So far.
When: Tuesday, September 27, 2011. A little before lunch.
Warnings: Luc is sober..er. Ish. This could be
Stress didn't seem to convey the spectrum of tension Luc had battled over the past few weeks. The majority of the source was work, but there had been a fair share of general life drama that Luc needed to get some space from. He'd cut back on his smoking and upped his drinking quantity, a reversal that his body had been avidly protesting these past couple days.
He woke up that morning feeling like shit, with a vengeance he hadn’t felt since the weekend in Vegas. He had to take it as a sign, and he cleared his schedule for a day of well-earned rest. He started off with a shower, a mimosa (to ease the hangover a little) and a damn good breakfast of the works - eggs, bacon, hash browns, and some fresh fruit - and ended up feeling better almost immediately. Probably because it was the least drunk he'd been in weeks and the most he'd eaten in days. He stretched out on the couch, sated and a little lazy, to smoke half a joint to the head - and ended up falling asleep once he’d finished it.
The nap did him good, though, and he woke up about an hour later feeling refreshed - and with the rest of the day to do whatever he wanted with this energy. He hadn’t checked on the complex forum in a little while, so he decided to skim it out of immediate boredom - and when he stumbled on one of his neighbors giving free yoga lessons, he couldn’t really think of a better way to start the day off. After all, it’d been so long since he’d made the time for it; he and Nate used to do it all the time, back when his lover had been healthy enough for it - and it’d be nice to get back into it.
For the first time in awhile, a thought of Nate actually made his chest ache with the sweet kind of melancholy from good times they'd had instead of the bleak, overwhelming sense of loss that had been plaguing him for so long he couldn't remember when it started (again). He could actually smile thinking about him, and it felt good.
He googled the address, and it wasn’t hard to find from the complex at all. Actually, finding where he’d stuck his yoga mat in the new apartment was more difficult than getting to the studio would end up being. He threw on some gray sweat pants and a blue v-neck, and rummaged up a gym bag to bring with him. He found his yoga mat shoved back in one of his vast closets and put that in the bag and took care to roll two extra joints in case this Sean guy wanted to smoke in exchange for his services. Luc thought that was fair, and then it wasn’t completely free. Luc didn’t really like getting things completely free - he at least liked to tip someone for free services, as a courtesy for the courtesy.
Luc toed on some flip-flops and grabbed his keys, throwing on a pair of Ray Bans for good measure. He debated on leaving his phone on the charger at home, but decided to simply turn it off and bring it with him anyway. ‘In case of emergency’ or however he needed to justify it to himself.
As he drove to Newport Zen, he thought that he probably should have called ahead or sent him a message on the forum - hell, something. Of course, Luc wasn’t exactly notorious for having the gift of foresight, and he didn’t have the number now.. besides, he was pretty much there already. Fuck it. If Sean wasn’t there today, he’d just go through somebody else - so what if he had to pay for it?
Of course, this was also an attempt to get to know one of his other neighbors, but whatever. There’d be time for that if he missed him today - they did live in the same building. There wasn’t ever really any telling when Luc would allow himself another day off like this one - but that was really up to Luc’s discretion ultimately. Things could go better than expected, and, if that happened, it was amazing how quickly Luc’s schedule could free up.
He pulled up and parked at the address he’d found, exiting the BMW and hitting the ‘lock’ button over his shoulder as he ambled up to the front doors. He pushed his sunglasses up into his blonde hair, blinking as his eyes adjusted from the late morning California sun to the inside of the building. He was sure when he could see again it’d be easier to ask somebody for Sean.