Post by jack morrison wesley on Apr 8, 2011 20:35:37 GMT -3
[/color][/size][/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]Getting dressed was by far the only thing that was interesting for him at the moment, as he stood there staring at his closet figuring out what to wear tonight. What with his extensive clothes, he was acting wholly like a girl figuring out what to wear for work tonight. Not that it mattered; he could just wear a fishnet top and tight skinny jeans and still be able to work in the pub. However, fishnets and skinny leather jeans are not his style. He would be caught dead wearing those in a pub. It might attract all the wrong people.
He mused to himself as he took the towel off from his waist and dried himself off, while looking at the scenery outside. At least he lived at a loft, and it was a bit spacious for his own usages. The open windows were a big revelation for the scenery in the town at night. He could see everything, and he was rather oblivious to the fact that people might see him in his glory. That is, if the person has a telescope or was living a good few floors high than him. It was no surprise for him, as he took the scenery carefully as he went back to the closet and pulled some clothes to wear.
After putting some clothes on him and dashing on some perfume on him, he straightened himself out, satisfied about how he dressed himself for the night. He was not that good looking, or that charming on the side. Highly unlikely, given the fact that his family is not that known for the good manners or known for the charm and guile. Sure, his family was known for its high and mighty attitude, very classy behavior and with a personality befitting that of people who are rich. He, however, was not like that in all aspects. He was a different person altogether, other than the fact that he was not like any good guy out there.
Chuckling to himself, he grabbed the keys to his car, an old American car; a Ford Mustang old school style, which he found at a dumpster somewhere in Miami. He did take that car and modified it to his tastes, just to piss his family off as always. The first time he brought the car, back when he was in seventh year to take his stuff away with him, his family balked at the idea of a Wesley driving an old school contraption. He did not mind about it at all. It was cool to have a car to drive around, other than the fact that there are more acceptable ways of travel in a wizard’s eyes. He just thought that cars were better.
He drove himself to the inn that he was working on. It had a tacky name and a tacky, rather funny signboard, but it was the best place to hang out and be yourself in the place. It also enabled him to blend in to the people around him. Being with middle-class community is a good way to make yourself disappear from the high-class community, even if you were not being kicked out from your own family. He felt that it was a good way to make yourself highly incognito and highly unknown. Being a barkeep was a plus point for that matter. He greeted the man behind the counter; his partner, as he began his works.
TAG// open
WORD COUNT// 580 words
SETTING// pheasant inn
CLOTHES// i'll put this later
NOTES// tags back
