Tristan watched the kid walk away. He hadn't touched the beer so Tristan grabbed it and pounded it down, setting the now empty bottle down next to his own. He sighed and looked around. "Shit," he muttered. It just wasn't in him anymore. Not here.
Then a small smile crossed his face. Heck, the night was still young!
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on 2013-09-15 09:28 pm (UTC)Then a small smile crossed his face. Heck, the night was still young!