#sabratlas

sabratlas

You look like you’re enjoying yourself though! Guitar hero is a rather fun game, but I have to play that shit on easy or I’ll never hit a note correctly. Just proves I could never play actual guitar.

Oh, this is nothing like playing a real guitar. I mean, I can play this and my guitar skills are lacking. Usually I leave the musical stuff to Noah, and I just... figure out numbers and stuff.

Roderick woke this morning to a sea of red. In sight and vision, his intentions were raw. For more than a day, he'd plan to meet with a stranger from the site named Atlas. He seemed genuine, sweet, even if slightly naive. Roderick had been excited until this morning. His relationships with people around LA were budding flowers, and he was particularly ready to make more. However the Roderick that had spoken with a friendly grin yesterday, was not the one that stood on the stage in leather today.

Bright red lights blinded him as he made his way down the stage, performing. He knew his routine well enough to shut off during the show. His mind could take a break as he shed the leather that clung to him. Women would scream with delight as he got to the last layers, but he never saw their faces. He could just see the lights. He couldn't hear their words, loud music blared into his eardrums as well as melted voices. 

#Green is a good color for you

Do you think there is a color that wouldn't look good?

#Lookin good Blyhte!

Why thank you, Atlas. How are you, friend? Got that espresso machine behaving itself?

Here he was, with the short end of the stick yet again. The only job worse than coffee boy was if he'd been stuck with bedpan duty, and Blythe praised every deity known to man that at least he'd been spared from that. The downside of the Java Hut being the most popular cafe in the area was that his coworkers wanted him to trek in LA traffic to get it, while still returning before the coffee had cooled. Once or twice he'd needed to cheat, popping the beverages in the microwave before handing them over.

The upside of coming to the Java Hut, was that his brother was the owner, and that meant Blythe got a killer discount. It also meant that he usually didn't have to wait in lines, though her preferred to wait his turn when he could. 

Today was not one of those days though, because he'd managed to pick a moment where there was no line to be seen. However, the barista looked like he was having a hard time fighting with the espresso machine, so Blythe dared to push through the swinging doors that partitioned off the counter space from the seating area. Of course the barista was going to look at him oddly, he was seemingly a random customer coming behind the counter. Blythe didn't recognize the man and assumed he was new.

#Gorgeous

Oh, you're new!