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Post by antonio on Nov 27, 2010 8:20:10 GMT -5
Sometimes everyone needed a drink, especially those that killed for a living. Though that's not technically what Tony did for a living, since he did not get paid for it, he just did it because he wanted to, and it was fun. But even those that only did it for fun, and he knew that he wasn't the only one of those in Bridgefield, needed a good drink occasionally. There was really only one downside to going out and having a few when you did what he did, and that was that you were slightly unprotected and would most likely not be able to look out for yourself after you've have a few too many. But on this, Tony was fairly responsible and rarely had more than he could handle and he rarely had too much that he wasn't thinking and acting straight. It wasn't that he rarely drank, it was that he rarely went overboard. He was a responsible one.
Tonight was one of those nights that he just felt that he needed to go out and drink, instead of hanging at some abandoned location and drinking alone. At least if he was somewhere where there was people, there'd be less chance of something trying to jump him and kill him, and he'd have more warning if something like that did happen. That's what he thought anyway. Sometimes he over-thought things far too much, perhaps he was just a slight bit paranoid, crazy would fit Tony so well, perfect actually, just like a glove. He was one of those guys that would sit alone at a bar and drink, but not class himself as actually being alone, in fact he was only ever alone if he was in a room by himself. If there was someone in a room with him, even if he was nowhere near them, he was not alone in his mind. Though many would like to leave him alone, and it would be in their best interest to as well.
Tony was sitting at the bar, sipping at his rum and coke, when he noticed something familiar out of the corner of his eye. And as he turned to see exactly what it was, he let out a small gasp and his eyes grew slightly wider. "shit", he mumbled under his breath as he quickly looked away. It was an angel that he had let escape a few weeks in the past. It was one of those things that he just could not forget, no matter how hard he tried. He went on a killing spree to get the thoughts from his head, but nope, she was there and he couldn't get her out. He wasn't sure of it was her that he couldn't forget about, or the fact that he didn't kill her. Either way, she was rather pretty, and his eyes kept wandering back to her, all the time. Tony continued sipping on his alcoholic beverage, trying to stop his gaze wavering over to her. He failed, miserably.
tagged; faina
notes; finally up =) hope you like it.
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