Post by gabriel on Mar 25, 2012 10:20:24 GMT -5
Massive crowds generally weren't Gabriel's style. Little more than a country-boy shoved in and out of civilization for much of his life, no matter how big each city got, he could still never shake the feeling that he was being suffocated. The smell of sweat and adrenaline and perfume and hormones in packed-areas always managed to set him on some kind of an edge, so to be here, of all places, meant that he must be feeling worse than he'd thought.
The Halfsie eyed his watch, and did a quick mental tally on how many drinks he'd had in the past half-hour. Maybe? ...Nah. Round four.
Prior state regardless: Gabe was in a rare bad mood. And perhaps it was a subconscious decision to take solace in a crowded place instead of a quiet one. Here, he could endure constant distraction and little annoyances, as long as he didn't have to think. If he ignored his thoughts, he would be free to do something else, get angry at something else, stay sane by snapping at a smaller problem than a larger one.
He tapped the butt of his phone on the bartop, pounding out a semi-nervous cadence. Surrounded by people he didn't know, in varying degrees of emotion and celebration. Mostly wolves, very few humans - a first and slight shock, since he'd moved here; he'd read somewhere that Cold Creek had one of the largest populations of lupine in America. With a hand the size of a dinner plate, he massaged his brow, sea-green eyes slipping closed.
...In a crowd - you can still be alone.
The Halfsie eyed his watch, and did a quick mental tally on how many drinks he'd had in the past half-hour. Maybe? ...Nah. Round four.
Prior state regardless: Gabe was in a rare bad mood. And perhaps it was a subconscious decision to take solace in a crowded place instead of a quiet one. Here, he could endure constant distraction and little annoyances, as long as he didn't have to think. If he ignored his thoughts, he would be free to do something else, get angry at something else, stay sane by snapping at a smaller problem than a larger one.
He tapped the butt of his phone on the bartop, pounding out a semi-nervous cadence. Surrounded by people he didn't know, in varying degrees of emotion and celebration. Mostly wolves, very few humans - a first and slight shock, since he'd moved here; he'd read somewhere that Cold Creek had one of the largest populations of lupine in America. With a hand the size of a dinner plate, he massaged his brow, sea-green eyes slipping closed.
...In a crowd - you can still be alone.