Post by Fredrick Edeson on Jul 27, 2011 21:54:47 GMT -5
Fred stood in the chilly night air, kept warm by his baggy red sweater and the long scarf woven around his neck. Honestly, he hadn't worn it because he thought he'd get cold, he just thought it looked nice with the sweater... not that he'd ever admit to have an inner fashionista. He'd just wrapped up his shift at the Allure and the Tora had decided to walk around before returning home for the night. He paused by a set of bleachers and reached into his pocket for a cigarette. It was a filthy habit, he was aware of that, but like most habits Fred was unwilling to try and break it. Besides, smoking calmed his nerves. It was part of what kept him so level-headed.
Fred pulled out a lighter and held it to his cancer-stick, causing it to shine like a solitary ember in the darkness. He inhaled and blew out the smoke in a sort of sigh before sitting down on the bleachers. The Tora leaned back, observing the night sky as the smoke obscured his vision.
Fred pulled out a lighter and held it to his cancer-stick, causing it to shine like a solitary ember in the darkness. He inhaled and blew out the smoke in a sort of sigh before sitting down on the bleachers. The Tora leaned back, observing the night sky as the smoke obscured his vision.
