Modern times call for desperate measures [Open to any and all]
It was amazing how one could run about in breeches tight enough they split if you moved too fast and yet feel naked in public with one's hair shorn off to, for all intents and purposes, nothing. Yet it was how Louis felt, his hand occasionally moving to the nape of his neck, feeling the bare, tender skin there.
Course, half the time he missed. This might be due to the glass held loosely in his other hand. A bottle, thick and square, sat at his feet, the Patron tequila definitely having gone to his hand. Yet, despite the setting sun, he seemed engrossed in the device held in his hand, eyes narrowed as he tried to make sense of the small falling blocks in the game he attempted to play. He didn't know why they called it easy mode when it was anything but. Tetris was proving just a tad more than his drunken mind could comprehend as he giggled, chucking the hand held game across the yard.
Course, half the time he missed. This might be due to the glass held loosely in his other hand. A bottle, thick and square, sat at his feet, the Patron tequila definitely having gone to his hand. Yet, despite the setting sun, he seemed engrossed in the device held in his hand, eyes narrowed as he tried to make sense of the small falling blocks in the game he attempted to play. He didn't know why they called it easy mode when it was anything but. Tetris was proving just a tad more than his drunken mind could comprehend as he giggled, chucking the hand held game across the yard.