Post by Nathan Dawson on Sept 30, 2007 11:20:22 GMT
The bar was practically empty, as was to be expected at this time in the morning. He'd got up and left early, before Jack or Charlie had even started to sub-consciously think about waking up. He was probably the only one of his cousins that didn't ever really want to sleep to a sensible time. He liked early better. The early bird catches the worm or something. Or the early worm gets drunk off his ass before anyone can notice he's gone out.
He sat at a table to one side, back to the wall so he could watch the near empty room for people coming in and out. However, it was a rare occurance for people to come in and out now. He took a long pull on the bottle of firewhisky in his cold fist, pulling his jacket around him tighter. He wasn't sure if it was just him, or if it was genuinely cold in here. He never could be sure. He was always cold.
He set the bottle aside, blowing into his cupped fists and rubbing them together, hoping to warm them up even through his gloves. He relfected he probably needed better gloves. Fingerless ones didn't really help much, and Charlie did often tell him they made him look like a tramp. With a slight sigh, he turned his wrist to look at his watch, he always had the face of the watch on the inside of his arm so it wouldn't get damaged. He still had a few more hours before work, so he took another drag on the bottle and stared around the bar once more.
He sat at a table to one side, back to the wall so he could watch the near empty room for people coming in and out. However, it was a rare occurance for people to come in and out now. He took a long pull on the bottle of firewhisky in his cold fist, pulling his jacket around him tighter. He wasn't sure if it was just him, or if it was genuinely cold in here. He never could be sure. He was always cold.
He set the bottle aside, blowing into his cupped fists and rubbing them together, hoping to warm them up even through his gloves. He relfected he probably needed better gloves. Fingerless ones didn't really help much, and Charlie did often tell him they made him look like a tramp. With a slight sigh, he turned his wrist to look at his watch, he always had the face of the watch on the inside of his arm so it wouldn't get damaged. He still had a few more hours before work, so he took another drag on the bottle and stared around the bar once more.
