Post by DANIEL OLIVER JOHNSTON on Jun 8, 2015 7:51:46 GMT
you take nothing but the best when you're
footloose and collar-free
Dan whistled a happy little tune and wandered down the street, meandering, taking his time. He was in no rush tonight; he had time to stop and smell the midnight roses. Figuratively, of course. Really it was more like take in the atmosphere of the night. Though the silence and peace of the darkness wouldn't last forever, it still had a long, long way to go.
Though not as long as the four cases of beer in his hands. No, those were destined for two stomachs very, very soon. His, and Atwell Easter's, to be more exact. It really wasn't that long ago, but they had met somewhere Dan couldn't remember now; the two had similar laid-back personalities and were incredibly friendly in general. Several times since then, Daniel had been to Atwell's house in order to let off some steam or just talk. Also a few drinks were always welcome. They were always on him, since he was the one just showing up out of the blue, and he didn't have a real house let alone a place to crash every night.
Would he ever get tired of living like a rogue? Perhaps. Or perhaps not. He was content with it right now as it was, especially now as someone had warmed back up to him and were letting him sleep on their couch again.
Anyway, he got to Atwell's door, and after hesitating for only a brief second, knocked. Hopefully he would be there; really at the moment he just needed a friend to share a good time and be a macho man with.
Though not as long as the four cases of beer in his hands. No, those were destined for two stomachs very, very soon. His, and Atwell Easter's, to be more exact. It really wasn't that long ago, but they had met somewhere Dan couldn't remember now; the two had similar laid-back personalities and were incredibly friendly in general. Several times since then, Daniel had been to Atwell's house in order to let off some steam or just talk. Also a few drinks were always welcome. They were always on him, since he was the one just showing up out of the blue, and he didn't have a real house let alone a place to crash every night.
Would he ever get tired of living like a rogue? Perhaps. Or perhaps not. He was content with it right now as it was, especially now as someone had warmed back up to him and were letting him sleep on their couch again.
Anyway, he got to Atwell's door, and after hesitating for only a brief second, knocked. Hopefully he would be there; really at the moment he just needed a friend to share a good time and be a macho man with.
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