06-24-2015, 04:08 PM
Bas watched each man, hoping to see....he didn't know. Something, anyway, that might have said they knew Gustav. Instead, all he got were puzzled looks. He felt confused as they watched him warily. For a moment, the confusion bubbled and grew. He wanted to hit something, to pound and pound with his fists until it was gone, until it was shattered into a million pieces. He felt the power surge in his grip until he felt the prickle of pain. He hadn't felt that before and panic stabbed into his chest and he released.
The bubble popped and he was just sitting at a table, the thrum of music in the background coursing up his spine, but somehow thankfully, he didn't feel so overwhelmed with all the sensations coming in.
I have got to get control of myself. He saw the beads of condensation sliding down the glasses of the other men and suddenly felt very parched himself. More than that, he wanted a drink, he wanted to forget, to relax.
He looked over at the bar and waved over one of the serving girls. She came over with a smile that seemed for each one of them. Pretty, but he just wasn't in the mood. Which in itself should've sent him running. But he was suddenly tired of it all. He was tired of his old haunts and drinks and just all of it. In the end he just ordered a Mexican amber beer with lime. When she brought it back he downed about half in nothing flat, feeling his thirst quench and insides unclench.
When he lowered his drink, he felt batter. He smiled sheepishly. He was still on guard, he supposed. But perhaps it really was just coincidence. Nobody seemed put out or bothered by him. "Sorry about that. Had a run of bad luck lately. A few accidents. Makes a man paranoid."
He barked a laugh. "Still, just because you're paranoid doesn't mean someone isn't trying to kill you."
He'd heard that somewhere and felt smart saying it.
The bubble popped and he was just sitting at a table, the thrum of music in the background coursing up his spine, but somehow thankfully, he didn't feel so overwhelmed with all the sensations coming in.
I have got to get control of myself. He saw the beads of condensation sliding down the glasses of the other men and suddenly felt very parched himself. More than that, he wanted a drink, he wanted to forget, to relax.
He looked over at the bar and waved over one of the serving girls. She came over with a smile that seemed for each one of them. Pretty, but he just wasn't in the mood. Which in itself should've sent him running. But he was suddenly tired of it all. He was tired of his old haunts and drinks and just all of it. In the end he just ordered a Mexican amber beer with lime. When she brought it back he downed about half in nothing flat, feeling his thirst quench and insides unclench.
When he lowered his drink, he felt batter. He smiled sheepishly. He was still on guard, he supposed. But perhaps it really was just coincidence. Nobody seemed put out or bothered by him. "Sorry about that. Had a run of bad luck lately. A few accidents. Makes a man paranoid."
He barked a laugh. "Still, just because you're paranoid doesn't mean someone isn't trying to kill you."
He'd heard that somewhere and felt smart saying it.