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Date Posted: 20:48:34 06/07/10 Mon
Author: Theron
Subject: Today, tomorrow, it's all the same.





Today felt like a country day. Not like Keith Urban or Taylor Swift country, but english country. He wanted to put on an overcoat, wrap a burberry scarf around his neck, hop up onto his horse and go for a ride. Instead he had to settle for standing here, in a crowded, ugly bar, sip at an overpriced drink and pretend to look like he was enjoying himself. He wasn't. At all. Half the people were drunk and the other half were unattractive and drunk people weren't attractive, so, really, everyone in the room (other than the bartender, she's a nice piece) was staggeringly ugly. Maybe if he gouged an eye out with one of the drink stirrers life would look better.

With a prolonged yawn and a glance down at his (diesel) watch, Theron anxiously drummed his fingers onto the granite bartop. It would be a rather nice place if someone took the effort to find a better emcee, repaint the walls, get a bouncer and require ID for everyone entering. Seriously. Over half of the ugly drunk people were ugly, drunk and tiny. Were normal people that tiny at the age of 18? He didn't think so. I mean, honestly.

But that's not exactly fair, there's a lot of indiscriminately short people in the world. But normally they're adorable, not scary looking. Maybe they're zombies-

Oh, hell no. How many drinks have you had? Ask the bartender. Sixteen? Wow. Okay then. Maybe the people are uglier than you thought. How much would you sell this place for? No, I'm not hitting on you. I'm an investor. I bought the restaurant across the street. NO, M'AM. I'm not trying to get into your pants; I'm gayer than a tree full of monkeys. How gay is that? I'm not Jane Goodall, don't ask me.

With a grumble of dissatisfaction, Theron ordered himself a Russian white and fought his way into one of the uncomfortable (and probably overpriced) chairs. This sucked. Majorly. Majorly. He should have stayed on his side of the street- where the territory was his. Dimitri was his blood-brother, but, hell, there were some boundaries a vampire didn't cross. The man might really be gayer than a tree full of monkeys, but, hell, he hit hard. HARD.

"This is the last time I leave my house without a restaurant review." He growled, glowering at the passerby who had managed to spill his drink down Theron's back.



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