It's Tough Being Me (Open)
Dec 7, 2013 15:34:47 GMT -5
Post by Tristan Baker on Dec 7, 2013 15:34:47 GMT -5
Who would have thought that coming to Pilot Ridge to study would turn out to be so incredibly awful? Oh right, Tristan did think that. Still, he had to come here to continue his studies of the meta-humans because this was the meta-human capital of the country. Perhaps he would go to Europe to study near the school of Kocher. Europe had to be more interesting than this place. It was very small town cliche and Tristan was upscale and high maintenance. This town wasn't cutting it for him. He missed New York City, he missed his late night cocktails at high end bars after class. What did Pilot Ridge have to offer him? Absolutely nothing.
It was bad enough that his sister had been most unwelcoming, but then to get dragged into talking to one of her incredibly rude teachers that clearly didn't know how to do her job, he was stressed. He needed a drink, or possibly a few. After adding to his research report about what he'd been learning about the school, he decided to look up different attractions in Pilot Ridge or perhaps near Pilot Ridge. Anywhere that he could get a strong drink, but was near enough that he didn't have to worry about driving himself home because he was fairly sure he was going to be drinking more than the legal limit of driving while intoxicated.
Luckily for him, he found something that seemed to at least work for his purposes, though it hardly seemed high end. He frowned and ran his hand through his hair before grabbing his jacket and walking towards the address that was given. It would be ten minutes to walk, nothing he hadn't done before. He was rather thankful for the cool weather, it'd keep him from sweating like a disgusting pig in his fine, pin-striped suit.
Upon arrival, he looked at the people waiting in line. All of them looked far too young to drink, but he wasn't surprised. This was what teenagers did, this is something he'd done once or twice in his rebellious teen years, one of those nights leading to his erotic piercings. Tristan found his place in line, ignoring the raucous around him as he was far too irritable to pay much attention to studying people. He just needed a good strong drink to get him through the stress he was under. Trist entered the bar, club, thing and headed straight to where the alcohol was being served, he sat down and ordered a scotch on the rocks before glancing around.
It was bad enough that his sister had been most unwelcoming, but then to get dragged into talking to one of her incredibly rude teachers that clearly didn't know how to do her job, he was stressed. He needed a drink, or possibly a few. After adding to his research report about what he'd been learning about the school, he decided to look up different attractions in Pilot Ridge or perhaps near Pilot Ridge. Anywhere that he could get a strong drink, but was near enough that he didn't have to worry about driving himself home because he was fairly sure he was going to be drinking more than the legal limit of driving while intoxicated.
Luckily for him, he found something that seemed to at least work for his purposes, though it hardly seemed high end. He frowned and ran his hand through his hair before grabbing his jacket and walking towards the address that was given. It would be ten minutes to walk, nothing he hadn't done before. He was rather thankful for the cool weather, it'd keep him from sweating like a disgusting pig in his fine, pin-striped suit.
Upon arrival, he looked at the people waiting in line. All of them looked far too young to drink, but he wasn't surprised. This was what teenagers did, this is something he'd done once or twice in his rebellious teen years, one of those nights leading to his erotic piercings. Tristan found his place in line, ignoring the raucous around him as he was far too irritable to pay much attention to studying people. He just needed a good strong drink to get him through the stress he was under. Trist entered the bar, club, thing and headed straight to where the alcohol was being served, he sat down and ordered a scotch on the rocks before glancing around.
