06-22-2014, 02:50 PM
<small>((with Ayden))</small>
Ayden had seen Connor sitting with a bunch of guys when her shift started. She smiled but quickly slipped past the entrance without being noticed. The last time she'd seen him he seemed nervous. The last thing Ayden wanted was to make Connor uncomfortable. But it was going to be awkward if she got his table. Thankfully looking at her duties for the day she didn't. But that wouldn't stop him from seeing her.
As Ayden turned from the table she was at she saw Connor leaving. She frowned. He'd seen her and it got uncomfortable for him. She felt bad, but at the moment there was nothing she could do. She put on a smile and started working again. Ayden said a small prayer of hope that he'd come around one day, but it didn't look like it would be any time soon. But Ayden could still hope!
As usual, the heavens were silent. There would be no answers. The night suddenly felt overwhelming. He felt like he had no direction, being buffeted by the onslaught of emotion that hit him. She was everywhere. You have to decide, Connor. That was what she said. "You need to choose. But for what it's worth, I want to be the person you could love. And it'll be my goal in life to reach that pinnacle."
Was that what she was doing? Was he willing to take a chance with her? The decisions she had made in the past, what she was willing to live with doing, what did that say about her? That's what it came down to, really. And he didn't know. He needed to get out of there.
He went back inside, saw her look at him for a moment and then turn around to go into the kitchen. Part of him wanted to follow her. He went to his table, ordered and downed two shots of whiskey. To Charlie, he whispered, "Is it going on tonight?"
Charlie looked at him. Quietly he said, "Dude, you're not in a condition to fight. And it's not the right reason."
Connor fixed him with a stare. "I have reasons. That's all that matters. And I need to work them out. I need to get clarity again."
Charlie looked irritated at him, shook his head. "It's your life man. But I think this is about running from something. That's not what the club is about."
He laughed. "Are you kidding me? That's all it's about. It's about running away from the life that's been forced on us, from our inadequacies, and feeling like we have control."
Charlie looked hurt, but Connor wasn't in the mood to care. "Look man, I'm not trying to piss all over everything. But I just gotta do this. If you wanna come, fine. If not, well, that's your choice."
He got up, told the guys he had to leave, and then walked to the door. He heard someone call his name and turned around.
Edited by Connor Kent, Jun 22 2014, 03:08 PM.
Ayden had seen Connor sitting with a bunch of guys when her shift started. She smiled but quickly slipped past the entrance without being noticed. The last time she'd seen him he seemed nervous. The last thing Ayden wanted was to make Connor uncomfortable. But it was going to be awkward if she got his table. Thankfully looking at her duties for the day she didn't. But that wouldn't stop him from seeing her.
As Ayden turned from the table she was at she saw Connor leaving. She frowned. He'd seen her and it got uncomfortable for him. She felt bad, but at the moment there was nothing she could do. She put on a smile and started working again. Ayden said a small prayer of hope that he'd come around one day, but it didn't look like it would be any time soon. But Ayden could still hope!
As usual, the heavens were silent. There would be no answers. The night suddenly felt overwhelming. He felt like he had no direction, being buffeted by the onslaught of emotion that hit him. She was everywhere. You have to decide, Connor. That was what she said. "You need to choose. But for what it's worth, I want to be the person you could love. And it'll be my goal in life to reach that pinnacle."
Was that what she was doing? Was he willing to take a chance with her? The decisions she had made in the past, what she was willing to live with doing, what did that say about her? That's what it came down to, really. And he didn't know. He needed to get out of there.
He went back inside, saw her look at him for a moment and then turn around to go into the kitchen. Part of him wanted to follow her. He went to his table, ordered and downed two shots of whiskey. To Charlie, he whispered, "Is it going on tonight?"
Charlie looked at him. Quietly he said, "Dude, you're not in a condition to fight. And it's not the right reason."
Connor fixed him with a stare. "I have reasons. That's all that matters. And I need to work them out. I need to get clarity again."
Charlie looked irritated at him, shook his head. "It's your life man. But I think this is about running from something. That's not what the club is about."
He laughed. "Are you kidding me? That's all it's about. It's about running away from the life that's been forced on us, from our inadequacies, and feeling like we have control."
Charlie looked hurt, but Connor wasn't in the mood to care. "Look man, I'm not trying to piss all over everything. But I just gotta do this. If you wanna come, fine. If not, well, that's your choice."
He got up, told the guys he had to leave, and then walked to the door. He heard someone call his name and turned around.
Edited by Connor Kent, Jun 22 2014, 03:08 PM.