Post by Elijah Castaire on Sept 20, 2016 16:41:46 GMT
Being a tourist was the worst. A business trip, he reasoned to himself. A day early was nothing out of the ordinary, a chance for him adjust to the jetlag. The meeting itself was just a town away, though his agent had recommended a stay at this particular town rather than Jubilife. Sandgem was a cute little town, located in the middle of nowhere and had just about nothing to do. Beaches were nice, but incredibly droll. When you've seen one sandy pit, you've seen them all, and this town's beaches had nothing special to them.
Except.
An overheard rumor, and a name to go with it. It would be worth the time, perhaps. Plus points for being in a bar.
The insides of the club is mild, compared to what he's used to, but there's a good beat going, deep and thrumming through the room. It's a short walk to the actual counter, with a few bumps and grinds along the way, but he manages to squeeze past and take a seat by the bartender. Seemed like a good as place as any to ask around, for starters.
Orvis, the chatty girls had said, knew Sandgem better than anyone they said. It was coupled by giggles, and they were both underaged, so that docked a few points from their trustworthiness but it was worth a shot. At the very least it would give him a sense of purpose for the night. Tall, dark and handsome seemed to be the apt description from the girls, along with piercing dreamy eyes, the other had butted in. That did rile him up, somewhat.
"Scotch on the rocks, good sir." He calls the attention of the bartender, pushing the hair out of his eyes, slipping out a few bills onto the counter as payment, enough to cover a few more drinks, if his estimates were correct. There was no need to rush, he had the whole night after all. And if he had a great time, then there was nothing to worry about.
Except.
An overheard rumor, and a name to go with it. It would be worth the time, perhaps. Plus points for being in a bar.
The insides of the club is mild, compared to what he's used to, but there's a good beat going, deep and thrumming through the room. It's a short walk to the actual counter, with a few bumps and grinds along the way, but he manages to squeeze past and take a seat by the bartender. Seemed like a good as place as any to ask around, for starters.
Orvis, the chatty girls had said, knew Sandgem better than anyone they said. It was coupled by giggles, and they were both underaged, so that docked a few points from their trustworthiness but it was worth a shot. At the very least it would give him a sense of purpose for the night. Tall, dark and handsome seemed to be the apt description from the girls, along with piercing dreamy eyes, the other had butted in. That did rile him up, somewhat.
"Scotch on the rocks, good sir." He calls the attention of the bartender, pushing the hair out of his eyes, slipping out a few bills onto the counter as payment, enough to cover a few more drinks, if his estimates were correct. There was no need to rush, he had the whole night after all. And if he had a great time, then there was nothing to worry about.
Orvis Ren
