As soon as Axel is 'alone' (for relative meanings of 'alone' in a crowded bar) there is a waitrat tugging at the hem of his coat, pointing over to the stairs up to the room ( Read more... )

Or California, to be exact. Demyx has been kind of a hermit most days. He goes to the bar when he can, but... it's difficult. He finds himself to be perfectly fine when he's alone, often. If he doesn't have to talk, doesn't have to think, then everything is okay. He sits on the couch or just outside and plays his music, or lets himself drift in the ( Read more... )

Demyx knows he shouldn't be back here ( Read more... )

[OOM: Takes place roughly several days after his first time bar tending.]It's raining gently in the World That Never Was. Not the torrential storms it's capable of, just light sprinkling of rain, washing away the dirt and grime and leaving the smell of wet concrete behind ( Read more... )

Well, there ya go, boys ( Read more... )