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Sullivan Isidro Calder�n Salazar

Today had somehow turned into a very long day leaving him tired and just ready for it all to be done and over. The day had started out okay, maybe a little early but he didn't mind early mornings. He purposely planned his classes as early as possible; the earlier he started the day the earlier it would be over, at least in theory. Classes had even gone well for him today, he had off from his main job and it was looking to be an early day. He was actually looking forward to going home and just relaxing� okay, Lyndon rarely just relaxed. It was more like he was looking forward to just going home and studying. Then he got to his tutoring job and the day went to hell.

Normally he rather enjoyed his job, he liked working with people and he enjoyed 'learning' or in this case helping people learn. Today though, today the job had turned into Lyndon's own personal hell. With finals coming up next month, students were starting to stress, and so the number of students wanting tutoring increased. So today Lyndon had reported to work to discover that he was assigned a new student, no big deal. He really didn't mind helping people study, he really did enjoy it. This one student though� it had taken Lyndon all of twenty minutes to realize that this one student was, for a lack of nicer terms, an idiot. God bless the kid's heart, he was trying and Lyndon realized that but after explaining the same concept for like the millionth time and the boy still not getting it, Lyn had to wonder if there was any point in trying anymore, the other just wasn't getting it.

Lyndon was normally a patient individual but in the end he eventually had to call it a night, it was late he hungry and he wasn't sure how much he could take. He didn't normally have murderous tendencies but after spending hours on the same thing, he was starting to have visions of strangling the kid and that was never a good sign. So he had to send the boy on his way with a 'good luck' and a mournful 'we'll work on it more tomorrow'. Lyndon could only hope that a night of sleeping on it would help the stuff sink in, he doubted it but he could hope.

It was about seven at night by the time Lyndon got out of the tutoring center, the last one out of there. They better plan on paying him overtime for this nightmare, his time was precious and honestly he could use the money. Living was sadly rather expensive and well�he would kind of like to keep on doing it for a while. Leaving the school behind Lyndon stopped at the Delux Diner for a quick dinner. It was just too late to go home and cook. While technically he only lived about thirty minutes from Manhattan in Park Slope, Brooklyn, but traffic was rarely in his favor. Manhattan traffic was like rush hour twenty four seven, and it made traveling a nightmare.

By eight o'clock Lyndon was free and kind of at a loss of what to do with himself. Normally he head home and just hit the books, but after todays' events that didn't seem so appealing, and he was in no rush to head home. That was probably how he found himself pulling his car into an empty parking spot outside a bar he had never been to before. Something new would be good for him, plus a drink would be relaxing. Leaning over into his back seat he pulled his book bag into the front seat pulling out one of his text books, before shoving the whole bag under his seat. The bag contained a laptop not a great one but still his life was on that thing.

Slipping out of the car he closed the door behind him, making sure it was locked. He couldn't imagine anyone wanting to steal it, the 1996 Lexus LS 400 was beyond dated, but it was his and he couldn't afford a new car. He had gotten this one from his cousin, it was a sort of handy-down, handy-down, it was old when his cousin got it, and it was now just plain ancient. His cousin often called the car 'Bessie' apparently due to it being an old cow, Lyndon just called it a rust bucket, or ol' faithful, when he was being kind.

Pushing open the door, he quickly eyed the interior of the bar. God it's been a long time since he really gone out, he been so focused on school and work that he just really didn't have time to himself anymore. Let him finish school first then he would have time, which probably wasn't true. He was studying to be a doctor, a psychiatrist to be exact, but that didn't bode well for hours of free time. Now and then Lyndon's roommate would drag him out, which usually resulted in him stressing over whatever unfinished work he had left at home. Lyndon's roommate was now convinced that Lyn had forgotten how to have fun.

He wasn't really dressed for a night out; he hadn't really been planning this outing. Not that he owned anything that would be more suited for this, the faded blue jeans, were old and worn with a hint of a rip starting at the knee, and the light blue long sleeve shirt with the heavy winter jacket just might be the best outfit he owned. Money was tight and so he tended to wear clothes until they literally fell apart. He didn't care about trends or anything like that. Such concerns were for the rich. Taking a seat at the bar he leaned his weight into his arm, thing a second before with a sigh he gave a hint of a shrug

"just give me whatever you make best, as long as its strong"

Maybe a bit of an odd order, but Lyndon wasn't a huge drinker, he never really had been, but he did drink a lot more back in Georgia, despite being way underage. As a result though he really didn't have a drink of choice, he was easy to please anyway, he enjoyed whisky, he grew up with whisky, but he honestly would probably enjoy just about anything. Giving the bartender a bit of a bright grin, a very Lyndon grin, he settled down against the bar, flipping through the book. Leave it to Lyndon to go to a bar and�study. Maybe he really did forget how to have fun.