Silver took a long drink of the glass that was placed in front of him. It burned on it’s way down, being a stronger drink than Silver was used to, but it tastes and felt good, “Department store down the street. Doesn’t take too much but today I went in at four in the morning and people complained at me all day,” He reached back and took his hair down, shaking his head to release the fiery locks.
“Sounds like a lotta shit I wouldn’ deal with.” He sighed, ordering himself yet another round of shots. His eyes glued to those red locks as they cascaded down the other trainers back. Man did he really want to just grab a hold of it and –. No, he wasn’t going to continue down that train of thought, it was just the alcohol playing with him and it would not have been a good idea to think that, especially with where they were.
He cleared his throat and looked back to the drinks placed in front of him, swirling one of the cup’s, creating a mini whirlpool. “Well, what'cha doin’ the rest of the night?”