Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Apr 15, 2012 23:00:29 GMT -5
Tonight was a different night for Dr. Crane. It had been a long time since he had last had a drink and enjoyed it. He made it a point to never drink more than two glasses, especially if he was out. The two glasses he did drink whenever he was out were relaxing.
Dr. Crane sat in a lonely booth at the back of The Stacked Deck. He had already ordered his drink at the bar and sat waiting for it staring into the empty booth in front of him. His mind was somewhere else, deep in thought about his next moves that he was going to have to make. His plans were going according to how he wanted them to go, for the most part. The problem was the certain things he was going to have to avoid for everything to go well.
Just as his thoughts turned darker in his mind a woman approached the booth with his drink. He lifted his eyes back from where they were to meet hers. Dr. Crane never said a word to her or lifted his hands from the table to take his drink. At first she just stood there smiling, but it quickly turned to an unnerved, awkward feature. She placed the drink down in front of him and walked off as quickly as she could. Dr. Crane soaked in ever feature that pulled in her face as she turned away.
His hands went over his scotch and turned it a few times. Turning his head he scanned about the room which was filled with the worst kind of Gotham. There were various thugs playing pool in the front parts of the bar. The sounds from their games could be heard throughout the bar. The most unpleasant thing about this bar was the thick haze of smoke that held heavy in the air. Dr. Crane didn’t smoke nor cared for inhaling it second hand, but with his current options of location, it was something he had to deal with.
The light above him has begun to swing slightly. It was a small hanging light that covered the booth with just enough light. It was the same as all the others about the room. His eyes turned to it being slightly bothered by the shifting of the light. He reached up and grabbed the bulb turning it until he had taken it out completely. It darkened the booth around him; the darkness seemed to embrace Dr. Crane within. His eyes fell back to his drink back lifted it bringing it to his lips. He took a drink and became lost in thought.
Dr. Crane sat in a lonely booth at the back of The Stacked Deck. He had already ordered his drink at the bar and sat waiting for it staring into the empty booth in front of him. His mind was somewhere else, deep in thought about his next moves that he was going to have to make. His plans were going according to how he wanted them to go, for the most part. The problem was the certain things he was going to have to avoid for everything to go well.
Just as his thoughts turned darker in his mind a woman approached the booth with his drink. He lifted his eyes back from where they were to meet hers. Dr. Crane never said a word to her or lifted his hands from the table to take his drink. At first she just stood there smiling, but it quickly turned to an unnerved, awkward feature. She placed the drink down in front of him and walked off as quickly as she could. Dr. Crane soaked in ever feature that pulled in her face as she turned away.
His hands went over his scotch and turned it a few times. Turning his head he scanned about the room which was filled with the worst kind of Gotham. There were various thugs playing pool in the front parts of the bar. The sounds from their games could be heard throughout the bar. The most unpleasant thing about this bar was the thick haze of smoke that held heavy in the air. Dr. Crane didn’t smoke nor cared for inhaling it second hand, but with his current options of location, it was something he had to deal with.
The light above him has begun to swing slightly. It was a small hanging light that covered the booth with just enough light. It was the same as all the others about the room. His eyes turned to it being slightly bothered by the shifting of the light. He reached up and grabbed the bulb turning it until he had taken it out completely. It darkened the booth around him; the darkness seemed to embrace Dr. Crane within. His eyes fell back to his drink back lifted it bringing it to his lips. He took a drink and became lost in thought.
