Post by niklaus luka alvang on Mar 3, 2014 20:48:54 GMT -5
His time in London was anything but boring lately. He had to admit that. The pain still in his side form being flung by some freakish wind didn’t nessisarly merit as a pleasant thing though. He had managed to pull himself from the recent habits that were probably going to get in a whole new mess of trouble. He was trying to focus on what was important in the moment though. That was putting back together his relationship.
Why was he at a bar again? Because Angel was busy that was right. She had some work stuff to do or whatever. It was annoying that she was so secretive about her work, what had to be so hush hush about teaching. Still he let it slide, it wasn’t like he was being honest about his little stalking habit lately either.
So to try and quell the need to poke his nose in business that was clearly not his he was in a pub, surrounded by people with a drink in front of him that was slowly warming and he hadn’t touched. Dark eyes just stared at the bubbles floating about happily in the golden colored drink. “You need anything else?” The bartender questioned eyeing him in a funny way. Nik couldn’t blame him. Who wouldn’t look at a man strangely who hadn’t touched alcohol he had paid for sitting lonely at a bar on a Monday night?
Nik glanced back at the man behind the bar. “No this is good,” His voice ruff and dark, twisted with a Russian accent. “Okay, let me know if ya do.” Nik simply nodded at the offer. He didn’t know what he needed. He was no good at acting normally. He was uncomfortable in his own skin lately. He blamed it on the lack of riding he had been doing. That was surely the biggest tragedy about being in the UK he couldn’t just ride until the sun threatened to burn him up.
Tag: @sblake
Word count: 329
Notes: buh not the best sorry
Word count: 329
Notes: buh not the best sorry