05-14-2018, 01:09 AM
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"cause i gottA HAVE FAITH, I GOTTA HAAAVE FAITH" )
Elias had just opened the bar about an hour ago or so, and so far he hadn't had any customers. Perhaps that was good though, since he had time to tidy things up before people started rolling in for happy hour. He wiped down the tables, as per usual. It was a practice that he had picked up as a bartender — washing the glasses, wiping down the windows, sweeping the floors... it was hard work sometimes. It was what made him happy, though. It was simple. After the shit that he had witnessed within the last ten years, maybe something simple was what he needed.
The man was just finishing scrubbing some dried crumbs off a table when the back of his pocket vibrated: a text message. Figuring that he was done with wiping down the tabletops, he straightened back up and walked back over towards the counter, tossing the damp rag to the side. Eli dialed in the passcode and checked his text messages, only to see Bianca's name bolded in his notifications. She texted him occasionally, and lately he found that she had been doing so more often, which he didn't mind. Sometimes he was slow to reply due to being busy, but while things were slow right now, he had the time.
Did he believe in aliens? This prompted a furrow of his brows. Bianca never failed to spark up a rather interesting conversation. He texted back, ? That was quickly followed by a Why? Eli needed a moment to think this over, really. Did he believe in aliens? He had heard a lot of theories over the years, and he could honestly say that there was no reason not to believe in them. Hell, it was sort of a nice thought to think that there was more to the universe than.. this. There had to be something else other than a world full of pollution, destruction, and war.
"cause i gottA HAVE FAITH, I GOTTA HAAAVE FAITH" )
Elias had just opened the bar about an hour ago or so, and so far he hadn't had any customers. Perhaps that was good though, since he had time to tidy things up before people started rolling in for happy hour. He wiped down the tables, as per usual. It was a practice that he had picked up as a bartender — washing the glasses, wiping down the windows, sweeping the floors... it was hard work sometimes. It was what made him happy, though. It was simple. After the shit that he had witnessed within the last ten years, maybe something simple was what he needed.
The man was just finishing scrubbing some dried crumbs off a table when the back of his pocket vibrated: a text message. Figuring that he was done with wiping down the tabletops, he straightened back up and walked back over towards the counter, tossing the damp rag to the side. Eli dialed in the passcode and checked his text messages, only to see Bianca's name bolded in his notifications. She texted him occasionally, and lately he found that she had been doing so more often, which he didn't mind. Sometimes he was slow to reply due to being busy, but while things were slow right now, he had the time.
Did he believe in aliens? This prompted a furrow of his brows. Bianca never failed to spark up a rather interesting conversation. He texted back, ? That was quickly followed by a Why? Eli needed a moment to think this over, really. Did he believe in aliens? He had heard a lot of theories over the years, and he could honestly say that there was no reason not to believe in them. Hell, it was sort of a nice thought to think that there was more to the universe than.. this. There had to be something else other than a world full of pollution, destruction, and war.
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CUPID HIT ME, CUPID HIT ME WITH PRECISION
I WONDER IF YOU LOOK BOTH WAYS WHEN YOU CROSS MY MIND.
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