Drinks for Two [Private Henri]
Oct 8, 2014 1:47:32 GMT -5
Post by Clay Richards on Oct 8, 2014 1:47:32 GMT -5
Ughhh, after a grueling week of work Clay was glad that it was finally the weekend. His little mini United Nations project seemed to been misinterpreted by some of the groups while others took the simple and fun task and seemed to make it completely different then the intended goal, but these things happened in the real world so he guessed that it was not a horrible outcome for the project but just gave a headache for him. After work today he went home and threw off his shoes. His progression through the apartment was a mix of stripping off his cloths and shuffling through the area like a zombie.
Once he reached his room he plopped on the bed and laid there for a decent seven to eight minutes before actually moving again. He only was stirred to move due to because of Zeek coming up beside him and resting his head next to Clay’s. After a few moans and the warm breathe from the dog he finally turned over to look at the black lab. H reached out his arm rubbing on the dog’s head. “What have you been up to bud?” The dog just stared back at him with big brown eyes. Zeek’s black tail flailed behind him. The dog moved away from Clay and proceeded to walk towards the kitchen where Maia was already located. “Of course, it is dinner time after all isn’t it.”
Clay got off the bed and headed towards the kitchen to get the dogs their dinner. After he got them taken care of he went to the fridge to look for some beer to drink. His heart fell into the pit of his chest when he saw that there was no beer or liquor to be found in the fridge or liquor cabinet. “Well looks like I am not drinking tonight.” That is when the thought crossed his mind, he could always go out to drink at one of the bars in town. He was tired but going out and listening to some music, having some drinks, and maybe mingling with the right person could put a little pep in his step.
He decided to get dress throwing on a red v neck t-shirt with a pair of blue jeans and boat shoes. He threw on some cologne and headed out the door. Lucky for Clay his current apartment was not really too far from the bars and restaurants that were downtown so he could easily walk there instead of wasting gas and limiting his amount of drinks. Clay picked the bar Square Fountain Pub one of the medium size bars around town that was more open than others about who their cliental was. Clay walked in and immediately ordered a simple October Fest Sam Adams, draft. He found a seat near the far left of the bar and enjoyed his beer while watching the t.v. behind the bar playing a program on the current NFL sports game, the Detroit Lions and the Denver Broncos.
The bar had a decent amount of people there this evening but the night was still young so most of those that would eventually find their way there had not done so yet. Most of the people that were there right now appeared to be close to Clay’s age, mainly college students or mid to late twenties. He did not recognize any body there really but there was always the chance to meet somebody new.
Once he reached his room he plopped on the bed and laid there for a decent seven to eight minutes before actually moving again. He only was stirred to move due to because of Zeek coming up beside him and resting his head next to Clay’s. After a few moans and the warm breathe from the dog he finally turned over to look at the black lab. H reached out his arm rubbing on the dog’s head. “What have you been up to bud?” The dog just stared back at him with big brown eyes. Zeek’s black tail flailed behind him. The dog moved away from Clay and proceeded to walk towards the kitchen where Maia was already located. “Of course, it is dinner time after all isn’t it.”
Clay got off the bed and headed towards the kitchen to get the dogs their dinner. After he got them taken care of he went to the fridge to look for some beer to drink. His heart fell into the pit of his chest when he saw that there was no beer or liquor to be found in the fridge or liquor cabinet. “Well looks like I am not drinking tonight.” That is when the thought crossed his mind, he could always go out to drink at one of the bars in town. He was tired but going out and listening to some music, having some drinks, and maybe mingling with the right person could put a little pep in his step.
He decided to get dress throwing on a red v neck t-shirt with a pair of blue jeans and boat shoes. He threw on some cologne and headed out the door. Lucky for Clay his current apartment was not really too far from the bars and restaurants that were downtown so he could easily walk there instead of wasting gas and limiting his amount of drinks. Clay picked the bar Square Fountain Pub one of the medium size bars around town that was more open than others about who their cliental was. Clay walked in and immediately ordered a simple October Fest Sam Adams, draft. He found a seat near the far left of the bar and enjoyed his beer while watching the t.v. behind the bar playing a program on the current NFL sports game, the Detroit Lions and the Denver Broncos.
The bar had a decent amount of people there this evening but the night was still young so most of those that would eventually find their way there had not done so yet. Most of the people that were there right now appeared to be close to Clay’s age, mainly college students or mid to late twenties. He did not recognize any body there really but there was always the chance to meet somebody new.
