Summertime, and livin' is easy
Jun. 16th, 2008 11:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nomorekaraokeThere comes a time in every demon's life, where hesheit must decide what to do with their life. For Lorne, that time keeps on comin' like a record stuck on repeat. First, in Pylea, when he decided to end his misery. Then, in LA, when he decided to open up a karaoke bar.
Then there was the time his bar got trashed one too many times, and he decided to move in at the Hyperion Hotel. Help the do-gooders do good.
He takes a long, slow drag on his cigarette, relishing the soft, deceptively tender burn down his throat and all the way down to the bottom of his lungs - wherever they're situated. And then, he mentally ticks off another finger, another blob on the MS Word bullet list, there was Wolfram & Hart.
He exhales, watching the sun rise between the blackened outlines of the never-ending skyscrapers of Manhattan. Then there was Wolf, Ram and Hart.
The smoke curls into wisps and curlicues in the air, blending with the bright, summery rays of the sun. This is the time of year that should be spent having a ball, lounging at the beach at every opportunity, or hanging out with friends, or seeing shows and concerts and meeting strangers in the night and not having a care in the world, to fall in love with life itself...
Life should be a great many things, this time of year. Empty isn't one of them.
Then there was the time his bar got trashed one too many times, and he decided to move in at the Hyperion Hotel. Help the do-gooders do good.
He takes a long, slow drag on his cigarette, relishing the soft, deceptively tender burn down his throat and all the way down to the bottom of his lungs - wherever they're situated. And then, he mentally ticks off another finger, another blob on the MS Word bullet list, there was Wolfram & Hart.
He exhales, watching the sun rise between the blackened outlines of the never-ending skyscrapers of Manhattan. Then there was Wolf, Ram and Hart.
The smoke curls into wisps and curlicues in the air, blending with the bright, summery rays of the sun. This is the time of year that should be spent having a ball, lounging at the beach at every opportunity, or hanging out with friends, or seeing shows and concerts and meeting strangers in the night and not having a care in the world, to fall in love with life itself...
Life should be a great many things, this time of year. Empty isn't one of them.
