There is no such thing as a bad idea.
Having been properly turned down by a few women recently, Ace was feeling a little down on his luck. So, he did what he always did: he got back up on the horse.
The night life of the Greatwood wasn't anything compared to Torchline, but what was a man to do when out on business? He'd be back at the Haulanani in a few days, and until then, he'd have to make do with the quieter bars (and quieter people) that were scattered throughout the Bodega.
Ace was already on his third drink of the night, and his second bar. The first had been full of couples and old drunks, no one that got his heart racing. The second had proven more promising with a gathering of younger travelers that drank and danced throughout the room to a jaunty tune that someone played in the corner. Laughter and lingering smoke warmed the atmosphere, an overall jovial mood that immediate told him he'd found the place where people might consider bad decisions.
His leather jacket opened to show his half unbuttoned dark blue shirt, a tan chest peeking out from the top. Leaning against a high-top table, cold beer in hand, he surveyed the room, a lazy grin spread across his face as he looked for something to assuage his boredom.
The night life of the Greatwood wasn't anything compared to Torchline, but what was a man to do when out on business? He'd be back at the Haulanani in a few days, and until then, he'd have to make do with the quieter bars (and quieter people) that were scattered throughout the Bodega.
Ace was already on his third drink of the night, and his second bar. The first had been full of couples and old drunks, no one that got his heart racing. The second had proven more promising with a gathering of younger travelers that drank and danced throughout the room to a jaunty tune that someone played in the corner. Laughter and lingering smoke warmed the atmosphere, an overall jovial mood that immediate told him he'd found the place where people might consider bad decisions.
His leather jacket opened to show his half unbuttoned dark blue shirt, a tan chest peeking out from the top. Leaning against a high-top table, cold beer in hand, he surveyed the room, a lazy grin spread across his face as he looked for something to assuage his boredom.
Only Poorly Executed Awesome Ones.
Ace
