ArchAngelLexi
Mostly void, partially stars
Xavier Wood, this town's resident bad boy. Well one of them at least. His morning started like it normally does, late and with a hangover. What had happened last night? Who knows and who cares. With a stretch he rolled onto his back to sit up. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he surveyed his room. His clothes were strewn across the floor and empty bottles sat on the dresser, and some one else's undergarments. Though, who ever they belonged to was already missing. Not that he cared much about that, as long as they didn't steal anything on their way out.
Last night he had returned from an event out of town. I big metal event and Nocturnal had been invited as one of the featured bands. It was nice to go out and meet fans from out of town and get the band name out more. Plus events like that were always lots of fun for him anyways. He remembered the band met some girls on the way back and they had partied it up on the bus. He hoped who ever he had over had gotten home safe, despite not knowing who she was.
As he got up and checked his house it seemed everything was in order and the only space needing cleaning was his room. Returning to his room he threw out the girl's undergarments and the empty bottles. Feeling satisfied he hoped into the shower to start his day.
One brisk shower later, he found himself in the kitchen making an irish coffee in his briefs. The rest of his preparation was uneventful; got dressed, finished his coffee, brushed his teeth, the usual things. Feeling ready to face the day he grabbed his sunglasses and headed out the door.
Last night he had returned from an event out of town. I big metal event and Nocturnal had been invited as one of the featured bands. It was nice to go out and meet fans from out of town and get the band name out more. Plus events like that were always lots of fun for him anyways. He remembered the band met some girls on the way back and they had partied it up on the bus. He hoped who ever he had over had gotten home safe, despite not knowing who she was.
As he got up and checked his house it seemed everything was in order and the only space needing cleaning was his room. Returning to his room he threw out the girl's undergarments and the empty bottles. Feeling satisfied he hoped into the shower to start his day.
One brisk shower later, he found himself in the kitchen making an irish coffee in his briefs. The rest of his preparation was uneventful; got dressed, finished his coffee, brushed his teeth, the usual things. Feeling ready to face the day he grabbed his sunglasses and headed out the door.