one_eyed (one_eyed) wrote in we_are, @ 2011-08-08 21:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | ♂ dale gallo, ♂ miles huxley, ♦ the traveler |
Who: Dale Gallo and Miles Huxley.
Where: Gallo, Clayton NM.
When: Early morning.
What: Battle!
Rating/Status: R, incomplete.
Unless there was more pressing business at hand, he rarely woke up at the crack of dawn anymore. Rolling out of bed at 'oh my god in the morning' usually involved a quick grope into the sheets in an attempt to locate his eye prosthesis, batting away at any hands at that wanted him to come back in for a quick goodbye and a shower to jump start his system. Even then, the fog in his head wasn't so eager to leave. More hands tried to pull him back in his bed as he walked past, but he simply tugged at the sheets. Their cue to leave, his cue to find some pants. After locating his boxers and a jeans, he sat down on the bed to put them on before he descended the stairs into the bar.
Nobody had cleaned the bar before he'd made his escape with his latest conquest and thus, the bar looked like it had been abandoned mid-party. After picking up a half empty bottle of beer, he grumbled. Why ever the fuck had he agreed to take over this bar? He set it back on the bar and reached for a clean glass before filling it up with water and drank greedily before taking one more moment to take in the chaos. Well, it couldn't get much worse than this.
With the sounds of someone upstairs getting dressed penetrating the thin walls, Dale grabbed a chair and sat down. As soon as she'd left, he'd get some real sleep, without a woman who kicked him in her sleep.