Post by Grey Pathos on Apr 25, 2009 10:36:15 GMT -8
Music drifted softly, it was piano, soft and calm, maybe even a bit melancholy. Grey was sitting down, alone, in the second class Dining room. He was at the bar section, the room was almost empty. Just him, whoever was playing, and the bartender. No conversation was made, just a quiet, tenseness only broken by that piano.
Grey had a small glass of coke, he was trying to quit drinking, it wasn't a good habit, and he didn't like alcoholics. He kept his eyes on the glass in front of him, watching the ice melt into the cold dark liquid.
It was all so quiet, so eerie. He wore loose, blue, cotton buttoned up shirt, and jeans, just clothes to lounger around in. But he had no one here to lounge with. It was often like that. Though he had friends among the crew, he rarely hung around them. Was he a loner? What was his problem exactly?
He must've lost himself in thought, because he almost didn’t hear the piano change songs. This one was a little more upbeat, maybe the pianist sensed a sort of sadness in the room. But then again, who was sad? Grey wasn’t sad, maybe a tad uneasy, but not sad. Actually, all in all it’d been a good day today. He’d busted some of the annoying fucking junkies who where smoking, confiscated their weed, then sent them on their way, he knew they’d only just go and get more weed, but he also knew he’d just catch them again the next time as well.
So yes. Good day. And yet here he was, sitting alone, at 12:34, drinking a coke. The bar wouldn't even stay open for another 20 minutes. If they did they where out of their mind, expecting anyone else to show up here besides the grumped security guard who only sat alone and drank a coke.
Jesus christ, how depressing. He needed to get out more .This was so cliche, an old soldier sitting alone at a bar at night listening to a piano? When he did he arrive in this state. After a quick surge of determination, Grey decided to get up, and go see what everyone else was doing. But before he even stood, he realised that most of them where going to sleep now.
Damn.
Grey had a small glass of coke, he was trying to quit drinking, it wasn't a good habit, and he didn't like alcoholics. He kept his eyes on the glass in front of him, watching the ice melt into the cold dark liquid.
It was all so quiet, so eerie. He wore loose, blue, cotton buttoned up shirt, and jeans, just clothes to lounger around in. But he had no one here to lounge with. It was often like that. Though he had friends among the crew, he rarely hung around them. Was he a loner? What was his problem exactly?
He must've lost himself in thought, because he almost didn’t hear the piano change songs. This one was a little more upbeat, maybe the pianist sensed a sort of sadness in the room. But then again, who was sad? Grey wasn’t sad, maybe a tad uneasy, but not sad. Actually, all in all it’d been a good day today. He’d busted some of the annoying fucking junkies who where smoking, confiscated their weed, then sent them on their way, he knew they’d only just go and get more weed, but he also knew he’d just catch them again the next time as well.
So yes. Good day. And yet here he was, sitting alone, at 12:34, drinking a coke. The bar wouldn't even stay open for another 20 minutes. If they did they where out of their mind, expecting anyone else to show up here besides the grumped security guard who only sat alone and drank a coke.
Jesus christ, how depressing. He needed to get out more .This was so cliche, an old soldier sitting alone at a bar at night listening to a piano? When he did he arrive in this state. After a quick surge of determination, Grey decided to get up, and go see what everyone else was doing. But before he even stood, he realised that most of them where going to sleep now.
Damn.
