evinca
Senior Member
The wall felt uncomfortably cold against his back, when there was only a thin fabric of his tank top between it and his brown skin. It was a little too cold for a sleeveless shirt, but he had forgot his jacket at home and didn't think it was worth it to go back just for that.
Maybe he should, though. The day was boring as hell, and even the cheap beer in his hand couldn't help it. The young man took a sip from the can and hated the taste. Had never liked it much, in fact. But today could be a good day to get drunk in any case.
They were hanging around their usual spot, near the only store of the area, almost blocking the sidewalk. The group of young men and a few women was a normal sight, since they had chosen this street and this block as their area. People living here were used to them, and would mostly just move on the other side of the street if they needed to pass the youths. They weren't a huge problem; sometimes somebody might get robbed, sometimes petty crimes and vandalism happened, sometimes somebody got picked on, but nothing too serious that would attract too much attention to them. They were just harmless enough to be left alone by cops, who had enough to take care of anyway.
There was only a few of them today on the corner of the store, only three young men and a girl. The atmosphere was lazy and bored, and they had nothing better to do than to smoke and watch people and cars passing by every once in a while, waiting for something interesting to happen.
Maybe he should, though. The day was boring as hell, and even the cheap beer in his hand couldn't help it. The young man took a sip from the can and hated the taste. Had never liked it much, in fact. But today could be a good day to get drunk in any case.
They were hanging around their usual spot, near the only store of the area, almost blocking the sidewalk. The group of young men and a few women was a normal sight, since they had chosen this street and this block as their area. People living here were used to them, and would mostly just move on the other side of the street if they needed to pass the youths. They weren't a huge problem; sometimes somebody might get robbed, sometimes petty crimes and vandalism happened, sometimes somebody got picked on, but nothing too serious that would attract too much attention to them. They were just harmless enough to be left alone by cops, who had enough to take care of anyway.
There was only a few of them today on the corner of the store, only three young men and a girl. The atmosphere was lazy and bored, and they had nothing better to do than to smoke and watch people and cars passing by every once in a while, waiting for something interesting to happen.