Post by jared on Feb 13, 2008 4:57:59 GMT
Tag; Dominique McKinnon
[W] [M] For Safety
Barely had his eyes, filled with sleep, rested upon the liquid crystal display in front of his nose, then he nearly hit the ceiling in shock. Fuck!! Jared nearly threw the small clock across the room in his haste to get out of bed; falling off the side of his bed onto the floor, blankets and sheets tangled tightly around his waist and legs, Jared let several rather colourful words loose from his lips, only ending up getting stuck even more in his sheets on the floor. He glared and thrashed his limbs around for a long moment, eventually getting himself free from his sheets; mashing them up into a bundle, he chucked them back onto his bed before heading for the bathroom quickly, eager to make sure he got there before any of his roommates. It was pointless to worry, because it was past noon, and therefore, all of his roommated would have been up for hours. But it was just what he did. Showering took all of five minutes flat, and he barely bothered to scrub shower gel through his hair before jumping out of the shower, grabbing a towel and drying himself down quickly.
Once back inside his room, he rummaged around until he found the clothes that he was wanting to wear that day; dark converse shoes, black jeans, loose-fitting dark blue shirt, and his black leather jacket, Jared pulled all of it on as quickly as possible. Running a comb briefly through his dark hair, Jared didn't bother to grab some food, but just ran out the door, after grabbing his motorbike helmet; getting outside, he shoved the helmet over his head before straddling his motorbike, revving it up and heading off swiftly. Although already knowing how late he'd be if he didn't go to work immediately, Jared still took the time to stop at the corner store, obtaining himself a sandwich and a chocolate bar; he paused for a few minutes to eat his food in the city park, watching the people relax around him. Then, once throwing the wrappers away, it was off to work. Nuit Noir was not too far away, and he soon was parking his motorbike in the usual space; taking off his helmet, he ran his fingers through his hair a little, trying to make it neater briefly.
That had been several hours ago, and now, all that Jared could hear was the deep, pulsating sound of the music as it thudded through the entire club. The colourful lights were flashing across the dance floor, and occasionally, he took the time to pause and watch the dancers as they moved around. He returned his attention to the bar as two young girls came up to get a drink; giving them a charming smile, Jared pulled out what they wanted and poured their drinks into two tall glasses, placing them on the bar in front of the girls. He watched them walk away briefly, grinning to himself, before turning his attention to cleaning up the bar a little. Putting some clean glasses away, a figure caught Jared's dark eyes; taking a little longer to look in that direction, a intrigued smile played across his lips. He watched the beautiful young woman for a little while longer, and then had an idea. Why not? Mixing up a drink, Jared called over a waiter and told him to take it to the young woman, compliments of the bartender; watching the waiter walk away, Jared smiled and resumed putting away glasses.
[W] [M] For Safety
Barely had his eyes, filled with sleep, rested upon the liquid crystal display in front of his nose, then he nearly hit the ceiling in shock. Fuck!! Jared nearly threw the small clock across the room in his haste to get out of bed; falling off the side of his bed onto the floor, blankets and sheets tangled tightly around his waist and legs, Jared let several rather colourful words loose from his lips, only ending up getting stuck even more in his sheets on the floor. He glared and thrashed his limbs around for a long moment, eventually getting himself free from his sheets; mashing them up into a bundle, he chucked them back onto his bed before heading for the bathroom quickly, eager to make sure he got there before any of his roommates. It was pointless to worry, because it was past noon, and therefore, all of his roommated would have been up for hours. But it was just what he did. Showering took all of five minutes flat, and he barely bothered to scrub shower gel through his hair before jumping out of the shower, grabbing a towel and drying himself down quickly.
Once back inside his room, he rummaged around until he found the clothes that he was wanting to wear that day; dark converse shoes, black jeans, loose-fitting dark blue shirt, and his black leather jacket, Jared pulled all of it on as quickly as possible. Running a comb briefly through his dark hair, Jared didn't bother to grab some food, but just ran out the door, after grabbing his motorbike helmet; getting outside, he shoved the helmet over his head before straddling his motorbike, revving it up and heading off swiftly. Although already knowing how late he'd be if he didn't go to work immediately, Jared still took the time to stop at the corner store, obtaining himself a sandwich and a chocolate bar; he paused for a few minutes to eat his food in the city park, watching the people relax around him. Then, once throwing the wrappers away, it was off to work. Nuit Noir was not too far away, and he soon was parking his motorbike in the usual space; taking off his helmet, he ran his fingers through his hair a little, trying to make it neater briefly.
That had been several hours ago, and now, all that Jared could hear was the deep, pulsating sound of the music as it thudded through the entire club. The colourful lights were flashing across the dance floor, and occasionally, he took the time to pause and watch the dancers as they moved around. He returned his attention to the bar as two young girls came up to get a drink; giving them a charming smile, Jared pulled out what they wanted and poured their drinks into two tall glasses, placing them on the bar in front of the girls. He watched them walk away briefly, grinning to himself, before turning his attention to cleaning up the bar a little. Putting some clean glasses away, a figure caught Jared's dark eyes; taking a little longer to look in that direction, a intrigued smile played across his lips. He watched the beautiful young woman for a little while longer, and then had an idea. Why not? Mixing up a drink, Jared called over a waiter and told him to take it to the young woman, compliments of the bartender; watching the waiter walk away, Jared smiled and resumed putting away glasses.