Post by Stark on Apr 29, 2022 16:26:28 GMT -8
The electric 7-11 sign sputters once or twice overhead. The door to the cab shuts behind him as he rummages absently in his pocket for some cash. Stark's gone just beyond comfortably drunk. Normally, he wouldn't let it go this far, but drinking away memories at the bar had served as much needed therapy. Even the most seasoned veteran gets worn down drinking until last call. He'd almost gotten home to sleep it off, but, damn it if he didn't need another pack of smokes for tomorrow. He has no intention of getting up early enough to make any last minute stops on the way in to work. And while he's here, he might as well get a bottle of ibuprofen to weather the storm tomorrow morning.
The Elemental chuckles to himself, self-deprecatingly. Might as well burn another before going inside. He wrangles the mostly empty pack out of his pocket and grabs the last Pall Mall out - walking out to the corner before lighting it up. Nowadays most businesses have that 'no smoking within 50 feet' protection. He can't be more than 30 feet out, but he shrugs and lights the cigarette. Who's going to come out and tell him to stop? Seriously.
He casts normal, mundane brown eyes skyward. Half to think about nothing, half to examine the clouds overhead. If it's not going to rain, he'll probably walk the rest of the way home. He's had his fill of making small talk with cab drivers. Really, he's not in the habit of talking to random strangers if he can avoid it. Safer that way. And Solomon would be on him before he could blink if he doesn't mind his P's and Q's. That's why Stark's hiding his true nature behind a bit of Glamour; just ask much to hide form the Enemy as to hide from anyone looking for an excuse to put him on 'trial'. Shit. But thinking about all that isn't really thinking about 'nothing', is it? Resigned, he takes another drag and turns his eyes to the street. Watching cars pass by with vague interest. Even off duty, head foggy with booze, he can't help but notice things. First sign of trouble and he's out. With or without the new pack and the headache pills.
The Elemental chuckles to himself, self-deprecatingly. Might as well burn another before going inside. He wrangles the mostly empty pack out of his pocket and grabs the last Pall Mall out - walking out to the corner before lighting it up. Nowadays most businesses have that 'no smoking within 50 feet' protection. He can't be more than 30 feet out, but he shrugs and lights the cigarette. Who's going to come out and tell him to stop? Seriously.
He casts normal, mundane brown eyes skyward. Half to think about nothing, half to examine the clouds overhead. If it's not going to rain, he'll probably walk the rest of the way home. He's had his fill of making small talk with cab drivers. Really, he's not in the habit of talking to random strangers if he can avoid it. Safer that way. And Solomon would be on him before he could blink if he doesn't mind his P's and Q's. That's why Stark's hiding his true nature behind a bit of Glamour; just ask much to hide form the Enemy as to hide from anyone looking for an excuse to put him on 'trial'. Shit. But thinking about all that isn't really thinking about 'nothing', is it? Resigned, he takes another drag and turns his eyes to the street. Watching cars pass by with vague interest. Even off duty, head foggy with booze, he can't help but notice things. First sign of trouble and he's out. With or without the new pack and the headache pills.
