12-31-2018, 11:49 PM
[glow=#000,1,400]YOU AIN'T NOTHIN' BUT A HOUND DOG — TAGS[/glow]
Well, it was that time of the week again. A time where he could have some time to himself and u n w i n d. Jerseyboy had brought a bottle of bourbon with him into the territory where he could drink and admire the sunset in peace. Everyone was either constantly badgering him about the dangers of drinking or asking him about what it was. He was convinced that everyone in that clan, save for a few, were total innocents. They may have drank for fun and social situations, yes, but he never saw anyone get drunk off of their asses or party like there was no tomorrow. It seemed that he was one of the only ones who engaged in some real fun around here and it got a little annoying when everyone was on his case about this stuff. It was his life, and everyone else obviously was irritated by him to some degree, so why did they care about what he did? They just needed to screw off. He had just gotten his booze back on track now that he had found the Ascendants' supply, and he was feeling the best that he had felt in weeks. No major conflicts, no drama, just relaxation.
The tuxedo tom chose a spot under a tree. Jerseyboy popped open the top on the bottle of bourbon and took a swig. In the distance was the horizon, where the setting sun could be seen sinking below the clouds. The sky was painted in orange, pink, and yellow; a picturesque sunset. It was too bad that he wasn't focusing on the actual scenery and instead focusing on guzzling this alcohol. With him was his cheesy-looking satchel, but hey, he needed it for a reason. How would he manage to drag his stuff all the way out here without it? Inside of it was a pack of cigarettes and a lighter which he had brought with him just in case he needed a smoke to go along with his drink. It was a goddamn miracle that the guy didn't have any major health issues as of yet, because at this rate, he was going to rot like a corpse in a matter of months.
[member=3123]VALE[/member]
The tuxedo tom chose a spot under a tree. Jerseyboy popped open the top on the bottle of bourbon and took a swig. In the distance was the horizon, where the setting sun could be seen sinking below the clouds. The sky was painted in orange, pink, and yellow; a picturesque sunset. It was too bad that he wasn't focusing on the actual scenery and instead focusing on guzzling this alcohol. With him was his cheesy-looking satchel, but hey, he needed it for a reason. How would he manage to drag his stuff all the way out here without it? Inside of it was a pack of cigarettes and a lighter which he had brought with him just in case he needed a smoke to go along with his drink. It was a goddamn miracle that the guy didn't have any major health issues as of yet, because at this rate, he was going to rot like a corpse in a matter of months.
[member=3123]VALE[/member]
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