Post by Niodin Evans on May 12, 2017 21:04:23 GMT
Sometimes, after a particularly stressful day it was good to have a drink. Or so Niodin had ben convinced by a colleague who had disappeared into the crowd with some girl, leaving Niodin sitting at the bar with a beer in front of him.
He didn’t mind too much. It wasn’t his kind of joint, but the general sound of people talking wasn’t unpleasant. He didn’t focus on a single conversation, but just let the general murmur come over him, joined with the music, just loud enough to be heard over these people.
The usual guard uniform was replaced with something more casual in the form of a black, slightly baggy hoodie and jeans. His dark hair was a bit messy. The way he sat there, Niodin almost looked like a regular twenty-something, enjoying a drink on a Thursday evening.
He’d leave it at one drink, however. With just one beer he’d still be fine tomorrow morning, but he avoided getting drunk anyway. It was a state of mind in which one could slip up far too easily. And with his position, slipping up was deadly, for him as well as others.
Niodin couldn’t help but feel a little bit disconnected from the people around him. It sometimes felt like he lived in another world, with the double life he lead. On the other hand, however, he didn’t want it any other way. The road he walked was a lonesome one, but it was worth it.
He didn’t mind too much. It wasn’t his kind of joint, but the general sound of people talking wasn’t unpleasant. He didn’t focus on a single conversation, but just let the general murmur come over him, joined with the music, just loud enough to be heard over these people.
The usual guard uniform was replaced with something more casual in the form of a black, slightly baggy hoodie and jeans. His dark hair was a bit messy. The way he sat there, Niodin almost looked like a regular twenty-something, enjoying a drink on a Thursday evening.
He’d leave it at one drink, however. With just one beer he’d still be fine tomorrow morning, but he avoided getting drunk anyway. It was a state of mind in which one could slip up far too easily. And with his position, slipping up was deadly, for him as well as others.
Niodin couldn’t help but feel a little bit disconnected from the people around him. It sometimes felt like he lived in another world, with the double life he lead. On the other hand, however, he didn’t want it any other way. The road he walked was a lonesome one, but it was worth it.
