Roland of Gilead (chassit) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-03-11 06:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | agent carolina, roland deschain |
Who: Carolina and Roland
What: Drinking
Where: A bar
When: Tonight, after work
Rating: TBD
Status: In progress
A man sat alone at a bar. He was one of three lone men tonight, but he was the only one who was distinctive from the others. They came here to escape nagging wives and an unappreciative boss. Their heads were woefully planted on the bar top. One of them was grasping two beer nuts. Roland's head was up, almost as if he hadn't had drink one yet. The truth was, he was on his third. It was still cold and fizzy, a dark brew that he grasped and lifted to his waiting lips.
Roland came here to drink. Nothing deeper than that. He'd drink and he'd feel drunk, just as these two poor saps were, only Roland handled his drink better. He'd be able to drive later without trouble, and if someone tapped him on the shoulder for a fight, he'd be able to lay him out without trouble.
Sleeping when he got home, though. That might give him trouble.
And while Roland didn't intend to, he put off an aura of "Leave me the hell alone". He couldn't help it, it was his default. He never wondered why he had no real friends. He didn't have to. That didn't mean that sometimes, on the rare occasion, he didn't get company.