|Cullen Bohannon (cullen_bohannon) wrote in spinningcompass,|
@ 2016-07-09 22:51:00
|Entry tags:||!open, ~cullen bohannon|
Who: Cullen Bohannon
Where: The Pub
What: Getting a drink(He is suffering from lust, but Bo gives it up when he wants, not when hormones tell him to.)
When: After sundown
Living in the city made getting to different places a lot easier. He didn't have to depend his horse to get him from point A to point B. His own two legs did just fine, even if he did need a cane.
And that's how he stood. Leaning on his cane, just behind the bar at the pub. Gazing up at the various different bottles of liquor. He had an urge to drown out his need. Drown out his loneliness, and keep his goddamn dignity.
He was well dressed, clean charcoal pants with matching vest and jacket that dusted the backs of his knees. His shirt was ivory, white stained way to easily. His boots weren't polished, but they were clean, and so was his hat. Which he neglected to take off since there wasn't a soul in the joint besides himself. His hair was long, but he'd trimmed it and his beard so it didn't look scraggly, both were washed. Hell he was clean, and smelled nice.
Bohannon felt presentable. Even if he wasn't exactly presenting himself to anyone.