01-12-2015, 02:29 AM
Pyotr sat at the bar. He could feel the intoxication getting to him his head swam from the alcohol he had consumed. He had come to the Red Light District because he sought solitude. This bar offered it. He avoided the bars with strippers or anyone that would bother him. It was him and the vodka tonight.
Coming to a run down bar had its downsides though. The vodka wasn't the greastet tasting liquor. He also wasn't used to drinking hard liquor, so feeling the effects didn't take long. He and Michelle had broken off whatever they had. He couldn't give her what she wanted. They were "friends" but there was still an awkwardness between them. Pyotr felt empty and alone
He wondered what it was about loneliness that made him seek solitude.Maybe he didn't want others to see him like this. Pyotr drained his glass and ordered another. The bartender asked something but Pyotr didn't answer. He only began sipping again as he thought about things.
New found confidence. He still had it, but still there was an unhappiness there. He was a waiter and he wondered if he wanted to continue in that or move on. He had served Ascendancy - he really couldn't go any higher than that. Maybe it was time for a change - something new.
Pyotr's inner self shrugged and Pyotr continued to nurse his vodka. A new start would be good, but he had no idea what he would do. He wasn't good at much. He rubbed his forehead in frustration. Maybe having these thoughts while intoxicated wasn't a good idea.
Coming to a run down bar had its downsides though. The vodka wasn't the greastet tasting liquor. He also wasn't used to drinking hard liquor, so feeling the effects didn't take long. He and Michelle had broken off whatever they had. He couldn't give her what she wanted. They were "friends" but there was still an awkwardness between them. Pyotr felt empty and alone
He wondered what it was about loneliness that made him seek solitude.Maybe he didn't want others to see him like this. Pyotr drained his glass and ordered another. The bartender asked something but Pyotr didn't answer. He only began sipping again as he thought about things.
New found confidence. He still had it, but still there was an unhappiness there. He was a waiter and he wondered if he wanted to continue in that or move on. He had served Ascendancy - he really couldn't go any higher than that. Maybe it was time for a change - something new.
Pyotr's inner self shrugged and Pyotr continued to nurse his vodka. A new start would be good, but he had no idea what he would do. He wasn't good at much. He rubbed his forehead in frustration. Maybe having these thoughts while intoxicated wasn't a good idea.