This is an idea that I've been working on for a while. I'm not really sure where I'm going with it yet so please review and give me lots of input and ideas. Thanks guys :)
Disclaimer: These characters don't belong to me. (There I've said it! But I don't have to believe it do I?)
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Vaughn slumped onto a stool at the end of the bar. This wasn't like him. Three o'clock on a Tuesday afternoon in a bar, seriously contemplating getting loaded. This wasn't good at all.
He had finished up early at work, not the first time just lately. In fact he had drastically cut back on his hours in recent weeks. His evenings were full of life and love and lingering dinners that melted into nights between the sheets. Night no longer meant being alone and lonely. Sure he wasn't getting as much sleep but when they did sleep he actually rested, she was safe in his arms. Weekends were great too. Long drives with no real destination in mind, walks with Syd and Donovan along the beach, frisbee in the park. Life was looking up. So why was he sitting here feeling like he was?
Today was different though. The air felt different on his skin, heavier more constraining. He hadn't finished work early so he could see Sydney. In fact she was stuck catching up on paperwork until who knows when. Vaughn had decided to take the opportunity to spend some quality time by himself although every part of him screamed "NO!" Often times in his life Vaughn had become so involved with every aspect of his job that he rarely, if ever, took time for himself. He was kind of scared to ask himself questions about his life and its direction. Each answer seemed to lead to a hundred other questions. Even at home, Vaughn made sure that he avoided himself. Donovan needed to go for a walk, he talked to his mother, he watched television, he did laundry. Anything!
But it was time to reevaluate. To sit down and really look at his life and deep within himself. Especially considering how much had changed so quickly.
"What'll it be buddy?" The bartender enquired, startling Vaughn from his trance.
"Oh...ummm...a Canadian beer," Vuaghn searched his memory banks, "A Molson Canadian, thanks."
The bartender returned and plunked the beer in front of Vaughn. "Thanks" he nodded to the man who had already gone back to surfing channels on the bir screen television.
The sunlight poured across the mahogeny bartop as Vaughn returned to his thoughts.
Disclaimer: These characters don't belong to me. (There I've said it! But I don't have to believe it do I?)
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Vaughn slumped onto a stool at the end of the bar. This wasn't like him. Three o'clock on a Tuesday afternoon in a bar, seriously contemplating getting loaded. This wasn't good at all.
He had finished up early at work, not the first time just lately. In fact he had drastically cut back on his hours in recent weeks. His evenings were full of life and love and lingering dinners that melted into nights between the sheets. Night no longer meant being alone and lonely. Sure he wasn't getting as much sleep but when they did sleep he actually rested, she was safe in his arms. Weekends were great too. Long drives with no real destination in mind, walks with Syd and Donovan along the beach, frisbee in the park. Life was looking up. So why was he sitting here feeling like he was?
Today was different though. The air felt different on his skin, heavier more constraining. He hadn't finished work early so he could see Sydney. In fact she was stuck catching up on paperwork until who knows when. Vaughn had decided to take the opportunity to spend some quality time by himself although every part of him screamed "NO!" Often times in his life Vaughn had become so involved with every aspect of his job that he rarely, if ever, took time for himself. He was kind of scared to ask himself questions about his life and its direction. Each answer seemed to lead to a hundred other questions. Even at home, Vaughn made sure that he avoided himself. Donovan needed to go for a walk, he talked to his mother, he watched television, he did laundry. Anything!
But it was time to reevaluate. To sit down and really look at his life and deep within himself. Especially considering how much had changed so quickly.
"What'll it be buddy?" The bartender enquired, startling Vaughn from his trance.
"Oh...ummm...a Canadian beer," Vuaghn searched his memory banks, "A Molson Canadian, thanks."
The bartender returned and plunked the beer in front of Vaughn. "Thanks" he nodded to the man who had already gone back to surfing channels on the bir screen television.
The sunlight poured across the mahogeny bartop as Vaughn returned to his thoughts.