a little of the good life [arwyn]

[carysrohananor]

Every day in Venice had been a dream. The lights, the people, the summer air...it was the epitome of relaxation. It was hard to believe that he was here on business. If you could even call your band a business, his mind laughed honestly. But when it came down to it, that was the honest truth. Adam had never really had a 'real' job, or what most people would consider one to be, anyway. It was probably the reason why it took so much effort and time to get his musical career started. Instead of working part-time to pay for the expenses, he used his time to practice, practice, and practice. It didn't really matter if he earned his money by performing at a bar or by doing odd jobs around his mother's house; as long as he was bringing in some form of income, he could continue to learn and support his dreams. And that was the reason why his band found success so early in life. Instead of spending their time on other pursuits, they focused. They didn't argue about the little things, or try to one-up each other for more attention in the media, or power, or money. It was their dream, and they were living it.

But even though the sun had taken its nightly leave over the ever-distant horizon, today was not yet over. The nights in Venice were almost as mesmerizing as the business of its days. Having only been here for a few days, Adam couldn't help but explore it. Tonight, he found himself in a local bar, after passing rumors had told him it'd be a good investment. As much as he told himself he wouldn't spend all his nights by himself, let alone when wasting himself on booze, he couldn't resist just a try of Venice's nightlife.

He opened the door to this particular bar - which had a name he couldn't for the life of him read, let alone pronounce - and found himself in a comfortable room with an atmosphere almost like a cozy inn. The chatter wafted to him from separate tables of easy-going parties, while soft, classical rock music played comfortingly in the background. The floor was wooden, as was the counter, but all the chairs were metal and modern-looking. It brought back a sort of nostalgic feeling from the bars he was so used to in his home country. After his initial analysis of the room, and coming to a decision that it was worth a try, he picked up his feet and strode confidently to the bar, where the owner was pouring drinks for a couple of guys further down. He was tall and sturdy, a burly man with a curled, reddish-brown mustache that made him think it had French origins. Though he was tan and toned from hard work, his hands were gentle as they picked up glass after glass and filled them with liquor, and his voice even more so as he asked Adam if he'd like a drink. Knowing he couldn't refuse, Adam grinned and nodded politely, removing his fedora and placing it in his lap as he sat.

Settled into his seat, he got a chance to look at his surroundings. Before him lay countless rows of bottles of liquor, shining in the dimmed light of the bar as if they were forgotten treasures of an ancient past. The light itself was a warm yellow and cast all the inhabitants of the place into a healthy, cheery light. Framed photos on the walls to his right showed beautiful shots of the city; they were mostly of the canals, and the gondolas with their beautiful carving and strapping young men to handle them. And yet, some of the photos seemed older; as if they'd been handed down in the family, from generation to generation. It was rather pleasant. One of these days, he'd have to get all his band mates together and go to a more boisterous place to drink and let loose. But for tonight, he was content with the peacefulness of the bar.

tagged | arwyn giuntoli
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muse | it lives! IT LIVES!
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ooc | I apologize this took so long! I couldn't decide where I wanted to start this xD

[wyn]