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Bar of Lonely Faces
Jul. 29th, 2013 12:37 amIt was one of those nights. The kind where if Derek had to deal with one more complaining teenager, he was going to tear someone's throat out. He was just in desperate need of some alcohol , and a conversation with someone with someone old enough to be drinking it. Which wasn't to say that Derek was a particularly great candidate for emotional maturity or anything, but he just really needed tonight to be Scott and Stiles-free. To not have to worry about their problems.
He was drinking the beer on tap; his body metabolized the alcohol too quickly for it have much of an effect, but conversation came easier with a glass in front of you. He looked the bad boy; black jeans that fit snug to his strong legs, a dark tee-shirt tight across his pecs, and a black leather jacket. He looked like trouble, which was true to a certain degree; commitment wasn't exactly his strong suit, although in the end he cared more than he tried to let on.
He smiled as he leaned against the bar, though it was more for effect than genuine. Derek could be charming when he wanted to, and with his gray-greens scanning over the women and men milling about the small town watering hole, it was part of the act.
He was drinking the beer on tap; his body metabolized the alcohol too quickly for it have much of an effect, but conversation came easier with a glass in front of you. He looked the bad boy; black jeans that fit snug to his strong legs, a dark tee-shirt tight across his pecs, and a black leather jacket. He looked like trouble, which was true to a certain degree; commitment wasn't exactly his strong suit, although in the end he cared more than he tried to let on.
He smiled as he leaned against the bar, though it was more for effect than genuine. Derek could be charming when he wanted to, and with his gray-greens scanning over the women and men milling about the small town watering hole, it was part of the act.
