let me shout [Geor]

[LEILANI LUCETTE BASURTO]

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[GEOR TENROU WOLF]

'Another year, huh?' thought one Geor Tenrou Wolf as he entered the Skybar. While he never shied away from a drink or two, it was rare for him to actually go to a bar. Any other day he would just crash at a friend's place, and have fun, but today he came to pay his respects. It's been years since his father's death, and while he was long over mourning and brooding, he still honored father man the same way said old man honored Geor's grandfather: Drinking in his honor.

A half-blood in the states wouldn't be an unusual sight. A half-blood wearing an expensive-looking suit, unbuttoned, with a crisp white shirt and crimson tie, would still be well within expectations. But a young half-blood in a suit, walking with an ornate cane, that was something a you could call "out of norm", and still, only a few eyes turned in said man's direction as he slowly walked through the roof, towards the bar, the tapping of his cane marking his steps.

These days life was becoming boring at a fast pace. Sure he liked tort... I mean teaching the next generation of butlers self-defense techniques, but he had no real private life. Hanging out with other staff members every once in a while was all nice and stuff, but he knew absolutely no one outside the academy, since he still lived on academy grounds. He was in a foreign country, as far from his last remaining relative as possible without leaving the planet, and his years as a butler were probably over. All in all, his life was too normal for him. He used to be a cheerful kid, all smiles and jokes, living with his lady, at least when he had one. Now he was a teacher with a busted knee. Even if he rarely showed it, he was still bitter, and somewhere along the line became sarcastic as well.

Reaching the bar, and pushing the depressing thoughts to the back of his mind, he sat and placed his cane by his side, before checking his trusty pocket watch, to make sure he had lots of time to "honor" his father. Leaving after a single glass would be a waste after all.

TAGGED • Lani
WORD COUNT • 373
NOTES • Nah don't worry, I'm pretty slow these days as well ^^
MUSIC • Sattelite 15... The Final Frontier by Iron Maiden