caught in a b a d romance (closed)

Simon had woken up hung over, which wasn't unusual. In fact it was the norm for him, if he woke up sober then he was having an off day and the night before had been far from an off one. After shutting down his store, a pretty decent day for the sales of comics and music, he had gone to the woman's shelter where he volunteered a few nights a week. Mothers usually were worried when the first saw him, he hardly conformed to the sort of person they wanted watching their children but after seeing how good he was at taking kids minds off of their problems they warmed up to him quickly.

Of course that night a soon to be ex husband had shown up drunk and ended up scaring his kids. Simon had done what he always did in this situation, taken the man aside in order to 'have a word' with im and as soon as he was out of site of the children beat the man until his fists were bleeding. This particular piece of shit had beaten his wife on more then one occasion while his children had begged him to stop. Simon hadn't stopped until he had begged for mercy himself.

From there it had been to the towns one and only underground club for the Punk, Industrial, and Goth scenes. From about ten until three AM he was there drinking and enjoying himself. The only pity being that every girl there was someone he already knew, as a long time member of the underground scene he had made the rounds and the club was filled with bitter ex girlfriends as well as ex girlfriends who were looking to patch things up and start all over again. Though he had ended up going home with a rather regularish booty call, a goth by the name of Ashley.

So he hadn't just woken up hungover but he had woken up disgusted with himself, he really needed to find something a little more serious, twenty four years old and he was still fooling around with the same girls that he had been getting tired of when he was eighteen. Still there hadn't been time to get all depressed about the lack of progress in his life, so he had hurried Ashley out the door before making his way to Schuster's, opening the store and trying to make coffee strong enough to cure his hangover.

The regulars came, the regulars went and Simon got better to the sounds of the Sex Pistols while reading back issues of Superman, then she came in... he had no idea who she was but the sight of the red head took his breath away, she was talking to a semi regular by the name of William, Simon didn't him all that well but knew that he had to do something, just standing there and staring at her was far to creepy a thing to do.

“Hey, your definitely a lot better looking then most of the regulars we get in here.” Simon greeted Willow in an attempt at humor, trying to smooth down his wild hair. “Can I help you find anything, an old back issue or a vinyl album?”