Jul 06, 2011 18:13
Even after relaxing for most of the day in front of the television, Draco still had to limp his way to the cafe for his supper. Sure, he could have eaten at the hotel, but the weather was nice and one could only stay inside during the summer for so long. After ordering a sandwich and tea, Draco sat - gingerly -at one of the outdoor tables.
He sipped his tea, thinking over the bizarre events of last night, or rather this early morning. Draco had had to end his shift early at The Sin after only two clients. Both had been unusually rough, like they'd been using Draco as a receptacle for anger instead of passion, but it was the would-be third client that had really put the wizard off. Draco had never had to stop and call for security to exit a client out before.
He polished the side of a stainless steel napkin holder to examine his neck. the finger marks were gone, but the skin there was still pink and raw-looking. The bastard had choked him! Draco was uncomfortable with playful asphyxiation, but the strength in the hands around his neck had been far beyond anything playful.
Draco rubbed at his neck and leaned back in his chair to people watch while his mind drifted. Why did everyone seem so edgy and angry lately?
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