#magerimportance

Eta: Where’s their least favorite place to go and the reason why they dislike going there? 

   »Books weren't really his thing. Most everything wasn’t really his thing, to be honest, but that’s neither here nor there. He did, however enjoy paying his friends a visit at their place of employment. The term “friends” used loosely here, as the particular young man in question that we was stopping by to check in on was in fact simply a frequent customer of Samson’s place of employment. But that still probably counted as a friend.

That’s kind of where he knew most everyone he knew, come to think of it. 

   So, the kid (he calls anyone who’s not at least in their 30′s a kid) stops by for a drink every once and while and to shoot the breeze.They learned a few basic things about each other, nothing too sacred like lifelong kept secrets or something like that. The male didn’t seem to like talking about himself much. However, he did eventually tell him that he works part-time at the local library. It was on the way, and the least Samson could do is check out where he works, right? Tit for tat, or however that goes?

    »Yeah, he definitely didn’t like libraries.The silence was nerve-wracking; if you strained your ears hard enough, you could probably hear someone’s heart beating. Gross. Thank God he spotted the chestnut-haired man before he sped-walked out of there, instead comically slinking over to him in a sneaky manner.