Post by tylerowens on Aug 15, 2005 21:20:04 GMT
As he slowly turned the golden door knob, he slowly pushed the dusty brown door open. As walked, in a small pace, over to the counter where he jumped up onto a small black bar chair, and rested his elbows on the marble bar. He looked around, his grey eyes pacing franticly for the bartender, which he seemed to see much these days. He had been deeply upset for the past seven days, which as everyone had known, was a week. Once the bartender came, he smirked. The bartender, was a short, plump man with ragged hair and always looked like he was homeless. After smirking, Tyler straightened up.
"What do you want, kid?",The bartender asked, he had been seeing Tyler to often, and everyday Tyler had looked rather more ragged than the day before. He took a small red out of his back left pocket and began to wipe the counter down
What do I want?Tyler asked himself, in a disbelieving tone, disbelieving what the bartender just said, he pulled out his wand in a fast movement. "Don't you dare disrespect me!",Tyler said through clenched teeth. After the bartender nodded in knowing what he had done wrong, Tyler slowly put his wand back into his hoodie pocket, letting it slid across his thigh., not taking his eyes off the Bartenders. "What have I been getting for the past week?",he asked, yet again through clenched teeth.
The bartender's eyes went wide, and he nodded quickly before hurrying to the back and getting a cold bottle of the finest liquior the store had. Once he had finished corking it, he poured it into a small glass, and took hit out to Tyler. He slid it across the table, and it stopped right infront of Tyler. He nodded, before rushing to the bak in a frustrated, and scarred manner.
The grey eyes watched the bartender rushed, and his lips let out a smirk. He then put his hand on the table, grabbed the glass, and lifted the glass to his mouth, letting the coldness of the glass rest upon his lips before lifting it upward and the fine liquior flowed down his throat. He sat the cup back down on the table softly, and sighed.
"What do you want, kid?",The bartender asked, he had been seeing Tyler to often, and everyday Tyler had looked rather more ragged than the day before. He took a small red out of his back left pocket and began to wipe the counter down
What do I want?Tyler asked himself, in a disbelieving tone, disbelieving what the bartender just said, he pulled out his wand in a fast movement. "Don't you dare disrespect me!",Tyler said through clenched teeth. After the bartender nodded in knowing what he had done wrong, Tyler slowly put his wand back into his hoodie pocket, letting it slid across his thigh., not taking his eyes off the Bartenders. "What have I been getting for the past week?",he asked, yet again through clenched teeth.
The bartender's eyes went wide, and he nodded quickly before hurrying to the back and getting a cold bottle of the finest liquior the store had. Once he had finished corking it, he poured it into a small glass, and took hit out to Tyler. He slid it across the table, and it stopped right infront of Tyler. He nodded, before rushing to the bak in a frustrated, and scarred manner.
The grey eyes watched the bartender rushed, and his lips let out a smirk. He then put his hand on the table, grabbed the glass, and lifted the glass to his mouth, letting the coldness of the glass rest upon his lips before lifting it upward and the fine liquior flowed down his throat. He sat the cup back down on the table softly, and sighed.
