#bartendesir

New places. New faces. Yeah, this was the wrong street to take home but in the long run it didn’t matter to Roland. Strolls were by all means pleasant as long as the weather wasn’t as hot as it was two day ago. However, with the sun setting overhead he suddenly realized that maybe figuring out were home was from here was on the more urgent side of his rather lackadaisical agenda. God forbid he skipped out on cleaning again.

“Hey, hey excuse me.” He chimed, fingers instinctively reaching out to the nearest person’s arm, but withdrew at the last second. Best not risk pissing them off. Everyone was sort of high strung in this city.