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New Faces

... Saturday morning greets us all. I take care of my hygienics before looking at my phone. 10:26. Definitely later than usual, but not bad at all. And from the sounds of it, Dahj is up, too. Perfect. I head out of my room and over to his, knocking on his door.

“Just a sec,” I hear him say through the door.

Alright, no rush. I wait patiently as a few moments pass.

“Ok, come in,” he finally invites.

I accept his invitation, opening the door. But before I can even think of a way to propose the idea of hanging out with him, I see that he’s already dressed for an outing. And it’s not just any old outfit that he just threw on. It’s his favorite outfit to wear. He’s got his favorite black jeans, black, white, and red sneakers, and deep blue excalibur shirt. But not only that, I’m also getting a hint of...cologne?

“Oh,” I start, struggling to find my words, “ You got somewhere you gotta go?”

“Oh, yeah,” he replies, “I’m going out with a friend. I wanted to tell you, but I figured you were too busy with grading. Hope it’s alright.”

Well, damn.

“Oh, it’s no problem at all, son,” I say, “Go have fun. Where are y’all going? I’ll drop you off.”

“That’s ok. His dad’s driving us. We’re just going to the arcade and getting some food after. I’ll be home around 8.”

“Hm. Well, enjoy yourself. Don’t get into any fights or anything.”

“You’re really not gonna let that go, are you? We were just playing around, dad.”

“Sure, whatever you say. But seriously, be ...

... safe.”

“I will.”

I then shut the door, letting him finish getting ready. Well, shit. What now? That was my only plan for the day. I mean, I could finish grading, I guess...Buuut I don’t want to. Well, I’m an able bodied adult. Surely, I can think of something to do with my seasoned age.

I head back to my room, sitting on the foot of my bed before taking out my phone and searching up things to do. Dancing? No, the only place close is closed on Saturdays. Karaoke? Sounds fun on paper, but I’m not much of a singer. Ok, that’s just insulting. I’m not gonna lower myself to playing bingo of all things...hmm...Ah, there we go. Drinking’s always an option. And there’s a place not too far. Good. My night’s just been saved. Just gotta remember to pace myself.

Hours pass and I make it to the bar, parking in the front and taking a good look at the place. First impressions: it’s ok. Kinda dull. Just a medium sized “Lenny’s” sign and a building containing the goods. Yeah, it’s simple, but it’s still direct. You know exactly what to expect here. There’s no pussyfooting.

I can see myself periodically going here from time to time. I mean, it’s got nothing on the bars that I used to go to, but it’d be very unfair to judge it on that front. The blunt nature kinda gives a demand of respect that strangely resonates with me. Nothing big. Nothing fancy. Just get your alcohol and move the fuck along. Which is what a bar’s identity is at the end of the day.

After getting my eyeful of the ...