how_is_you
Devil with a Heart of Iron
- Joined
- Apr 5, 2014
Jason walked into his local bar, a frown on his face and a lead weight in his heart. He had just been dumped by his girlfriend of twenty years, and his worst fear of the reason of the break up had come to pass. He had wanted to try her being his sex slave, and while she had been adventurous in bed, perhaps she wasn't that adventurous. His feet dragged as he went over to a barstool and sat on it, looking at the bartender. "Gimme a glass of something strong." The server nodded and turned his back to him, grabbing a bottle of whiskey and pouring a glassful. He handed said glass to the now single man, who drank in solemn silence.
This man was a good six foot even, and while he wasn't built like a football player, he did have muscles. He had always heard that toned muscle was more healthy than bulky, and he tended to agree. His hair was black and short, spiked up as his ex had liked. The grey eyes reflected some sadness, but he mostly kept it in, preferring to focus on the burning of the whiskey going down his throat rather than the previous event. He had on a black t-shirt with the Metallica logo on it, dark jeans, and a pair of hiking boots since he couldn't find his sneakers. He looked into the glass, hoping that his luck would turn up today in some way.
This man was a good six foot even, and while he wasn't built like a football player, he did have muscles. He had always heard that toned muscle was more healthy than bulky, and he tended to agree. His hair was black and short, spiked up as his ex had liked. The grey eyes reflected some sadness, but he mostly kept it in, preferring to focus on the burning of the whiskey going down his throat rather than the previous event. He had on a black t-shirt with the Metallica logo on it, dark jeans, and a pair of hiking boots since he couldn't find his sneakers. He looked into the glass, hoping that his luck would turn up today in some way.