Post by danny on Oct 12, 2011 8:01:11 GMT -5
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CAN WE PRETEND THAT AIRPLANES IN THE
NIGHT SKY ARE LIKE SHOOTING STARS CAUSE I COULD REALLY USE A WISH RIGHT NOW
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[/color] Danny ordered, lowering his head and running his hands through his hair from back to front, then arching his neck as the bar man served him his drink.One thing was for sure, he wasn't quite ready to go home yet.
There were plenty of reasons why people didn't want to go home. Facing the mess that they'd have to eventually clean up, lose the peace that they had elsewhere because the kids were being too noisy, or struggling to cope with the stress of the mother-in-law being in town. Not Danny. Danny didn't want to go home, because it meant going back to the arguments and awkward silence that his rocky relationship had recently descended into. He felt like he was being blamed for the failure that it was slowly becoming too, but it really wasn't his fault. They had been too young. It was true, though, Danny couldn't see how he was to blame. Maybe his relationship was falling apart because they'd been too young and it had moved too fast, or maybe it was that they were too blinded by what they wanted their relationship to be that they couldn't see that they really weren't meant to be together. Danny's heart sank at that thought. He loved his girl, more than anything, but she was making life so hard for him right now. And yet, he still was clinging on in the hope that something would come along and everything would magically sort itself out with those two.
Maybe he was way too old to be believing in magic and miracles. But he didn't want to stop believing. Danny wasn't a quitter. He was, however, a drinker. That was what led him to this pub. He pushed open the door and a few heads turned his way, checking to see if it was some girl that they could chat up or just another guy to chat with about mindless nonsense. No one really talked to the people they met in bars, did they? They'd ask how they were, what they were drinking, and maybe complain about the weather, or some football scores which to be honest, Danny didn't care about. He wasn't one to really watch American football. It wasn't the same as the football back home. Turning his head toward the bar, he made a beeline for a bar stool that was empty, and signalled to the bar man, who finished wiping the glass he was cleaning and headed over to the new customer. Danny hadn't been here in a while. He liked to go to different pubs, circulate a little, at least then the people and surroundings would be new. It was no fun, seeing the same old alcoholics. Besides, he didn't like people thinking he made a habit of coming to bars. They'd ask why. "I'll have a whisky please"
Danny sighed as he reached into his wallet and paid the man. It was almost empty again. One of the downsides of being unemployed.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]