|Chuck Shurley (obvslyimagod) wrote in spinningcompass,|
@ 2016-05-30 09:43:00
|Entry tags:||!open, ~chuck shurley, ~merlyn temple|
Who: Chuck and Open
What: attempting to be social!
Rating: Depends on who answers.
It wasn't often he ventured outside. Actually, no, he didn't. At all, really. It had nothing to do with the people here, they seemed....friendly enough but this place felt, well off to him. Like something that had been built by one of the lower level creatures, things were broken, wrong. If he left the safety of his apartment he'd be more then tempted to...well fix things.
Still, there was only staring at the same four walls he could take and after a few hours of attempting to hammer out one of his novels, something that also felt different. Like work, really, not..bad wrong. Still, he didn't, technically,need to drink but he did like the atmosphere of bars. The music. So, hands jammed into his pockets he wandered into the closest one, easing himself into one of the seats as he studied the other people around him. Nursing his beer a moment as he, playfully, spun around and around on his seat for a moment. It was fun, he couldn't help it.