Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2020 18:03:54 GMT -5
Putting the cig on his lips, Wolf drew a deep breath before letting it go with a relaxed sigh. Fully resting his body weight on the lamp post behind him, he drew another breath as his eyes settled on the bar across the street.
"The Heaven's Gate" it was called.
He couldn't help the chuckle that escaped past his lips. Why did every building that sells alcohol has that necessity to name themselves as a place leading to good, even with what alcohol was capable of doing to a person's health?
He took a final breath of his cig, before dropping it to the ground and extinguishing it with his foot. Maybe he was being a hell of a hypocrite right now. But he couldn't care less. This was his mind. And he could be whatever he wanted on his mind.
And even then, nicotine doesn't cause car crashes. Doesn't causes inebriated fights, murders, and a wholly another set of crimes. If anything, it's only crime was being expensive as hell.
Why was he even trying to justify it to himself?
Pondering for a sec the possibility of smoking another one before starting to work, a quick look at his wristwatch quickly killed the idea.
"Goddamit," he said, straightening up while cleaning his suit. And once he was satisfied, he muttered "Well, time to work." and made his way to the building.
Once he stepped inside, he did a quick survey. The bar was empty, save for one or two patrons silently drinking beer on their tables. This worked wonderfully for him, the least people to keep the one he was looking for distracted the best.
He wouldn't want to have his business proposal cut short by someone requesting a refill or something.
Ah, speaking of the devil.
His eyes finally settled on the person he was looking for. It was a petite girl standing behind the bar, currently entertaining herself by cleaning a mug with a bored expression on her face.
The last time Wolf wanted to drink something, he had been too far away from his apartment to actually bother and go drink on it. Thus, his eyes had naturally wandered to the nearest bar he found.
He had expected it to be a shady as fuck place, dirtier than most of the Ground District combined and having people bearing at least two gang tattoos.
But instead, as soon as he walked in that time, a feeling of warmth and coziness immediately enveloped him... A sense of... familiarity he hadn't feel in a long while.
And you wouldn't imagine his surprise when, after claiming a table for himself and ordering a beer, the lights of the bar suddenly dimmed. And a spotlight suddenly focused on a petite girl holding a microphone.
He expected anything but being awestruck.
He cannot even remember what the girl was actually singing about. But what he does remember how her voice bulldozed her way into his very soul and made him feel emotions he thought he had lost the ability to feel.
It would never shame him to admit he shed a tear that day.
And after she finished singing, Wolf knew right then and there that she had to be on the group he was forming. But, sadly enough, he wasn't carrying his business cards at the time. And there was no way in hell he would dare go up to the girl with info he couldn't back up at the moment.
Getting the police called on him because of that again wasn't on his plans for the day.
And so, he had returned to the bar. Now fully ready to talk business.
Making his way to the bar, he sat down in one of the stools and rose his hand to call the girl's attention.
"Good evening," he started, straightening his back. "Give me a beer, the cheapest one you have."
After she completed his order, he would place one of his business cards on the bar and look at the girl with a smile. "Well, Miss, sorry for coming out of the blue, but I must confess I'm not only here for a drink," Stopping to clear his throat, he took a sip of his drink before continuing.
"A couple days ago I happened to stumble upon this establishment and so would it be that I had the pleasure of being present to hear you sing," softening his smile, he slid the business card in her direction.
"I'm currently forming a group of idols, Miss. And I would love the honor of having you onboard."
WC:750/750
"The Heaven's Gate" it was called.
He couldn't help the chuckle that escaped past his lips. Why did every building that sells alcohol has that necessity to name themselves as a place leading to good, even with what alcohol was capable of doing to a person's health?
He took a final breath of his cig, before dropping it to the ground and extinguishing it with his foot. Maybe he was being a hell of a hypocrite right now. But he couldn't care less. This was his mind. And he could be whatever he wanted on his mind.
And even then, nicotine doesn't cause car crashes. Doesn't causes inebriated fights, murders, and a wholly another set of crimes. If anything, it's only crime was being expensive as hell.
Why was he even trying to justify it to himself?
Pondering for a sec the possibility of smoking another one before starting to work, a quick look at his wristwatch quickly killed the idea.
"Goddamit," he said, straightening up while cleaning his suit. And once he was satisfied, he muttered "Well, time to work." and made his way to the building.
Once he stepped inside, he did a quick survey. The bar was empty, save for one or two patrons silently drinking beer on their tables. This worked wonderfully for him, the least people to keep the one he was looking for distracted the best.
He wouldn't want to have his business proposal cut short by someone requesting a refill or something.
Ah, speaking of the devil.
His eyes finally settled on the person he was looking for. It was a petite girl standing behind the bar, currently entertaining herself by cleaning a mug with a bored expression on her face.
The last time Wolf wanted to drink something, he had been too far away from his apartment to actually bother and go drink on it. Thus, his eyes had naturally wandered to the nearest bar he found.
He had expected it to be a shady as fuck place, dirtier than most of the Ground District combined and having people bearing at least two gang tattoos.
But instead, as soon as he walked in that time, a feeling of warmth and coziness immediately enveloped him... A sense of... familiarity he hadn't feel in a long while.
And you wouldn't imagine his surprise when, after claiming a table for himself and ordering a beer, the lights of the bar suddenly dimmed. And a spotlight suddenly focused on a petite girl holding a microphone.
He expected anything but being awestruck.
He cannot even remember what the girl was actually singing about. But what he does remember how her voice bulldozed her way into his very soul and made him feel emotions he thought he had lost the ability to feel.
It would never shame him to admit he shed a tear that day.
And after she finished singing, Wolf knew right then and there that she had to be on the group he was forming. But, sadly enough, he wasn't carrying his business cards at the time. And there was no way in hell he would dare go up to the girl with info he couldn't back up at the moment.
Getting the police called on him because of that again wasn't on his plans for the day.
And so, he had returned to the bar. Now fully ready to talk business.
Making his way to the bar, he sat down in one of the stools and rose his hand to call the girl's attention.
"Good evening," he started, straightening his back. "Give me a beer, the cheapest one you have."
After she completed his order, he would place one of his business cards on the bar and look at the girl with a smile. "Well, Miss, sorry for coming out of the blue, but I must confess I'm not only here for a drink," Stopping to clear his throat, he took a sip of his drink before continuing.
"A couple days ago I happened to stumble upon this establishment and so would it be that I had the pleasure of being present to hear you sing," softening his smile, he slid the business card in her direction.
"I'm currently forming a group of idols, Miss. And I would love the honor of having you onboard."
WC:750/750
