A Quick Breather [o]

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Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?

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" Just hot water. Please and thank you. "

The waitress bowed her head politely and backed away from Vlad's table, and turned around to head for the kitchen. Vlad sat back in the couch, tilting his head back and rested it up against the wall directly behind his seat. The ambiance of the lounge-restaurant was perfect, the lighting was dark, the aroma smelled like mahogany and lacquer, the colors of the interior were dark, brown and black, very fancy. It put your mind at ease as the smooth jazz wafted through the air and hit your eardrums, sounding them with slow, peaceful sounds.

" Mmmm. Nice."

Vlad sat in the far corner of the lounge, a table in front of him reaching up to his waist as he sat down, napkins and empty cups assorted all around it. The couch Vlad sat in was long, curved so that it spanned around two edges of the table it practically surrounded. Velvet in color, velvety in texture, plush and soft. The table was dark-brown in color, smooth and cool to the touch, with not a single nick or scratch on it, as if it had come directly from the craftsman's place. Fancy.

Only a few hours ago, Vlad was hanging out with a large crowd of people, most of who were strangers to Vlad, but all knew how to have themselves a good time. Apparently, their attitude had spread to Vlad, and he had lost himself in the rowdy cajoling and rough-housing around, major difference in atmosphere between the situation a few hours back and the situation now. For one, people weren't bothering him for another song on the damn guitar, or for him to say something Russian. In other words, it only got better.

Or so he thought. Calmness and relaxation could only go for so long before it just gets extremely boring and dull. A small sigh escaped his lips before stifling a yawn. His eyes fluttered open as he gazed at the time. Late. That was enough for Vlad. The streets, barely visible through the tinted windows all the way on the other side of the restaurant-lounge from Vlad, were dark, the sun had already set, replaced with the artificial lights and neon signs of the other bars and nightclubs in the area. Of all the places Vlad had to have chose to relax in, he chose the one that had practically nothing going on in it.

Vlad's eyes studied the long pane of tinted glass on the other side of the lounge, hoping to see something that might occupy him for a brief period of time. A few people passed by, going somewhere important probably, and then, a small crowd of people passed by the lounge. They were all talking, laughing, goofing off, the kind of crowd Vlad would gladly find himself in, but alas, he had enough of those kind of people for the day or maybe he just needed something or someone to spur him on. Probably the latter. He wasn't feeling up to the challenge of joining a group right then, the lounge, with it's comfy seats, dark ambiance, and calming atmosphere, was enough for Vlad for the moment.

Then, the familiar of high-heels hitting the wooden floor reached Vlad's eyes and he opened his eyes and tilted his head forward, meeting the eyes of the smiling waitress. The waiters and waitresses apparently dressed very extravagantly for a place like this, but then again, it wasn't cheap here. Sitting in the lounge was free, and a few select teas were expensive as hell, luckily the place was more lenient on the cheaper brands. The waitress calmly set down the steaming kettle onto the table and placed a box of teabags next to it, before standing straight up and watched Vlad calmly, awaiting any further orders.

" That'll be all for now, thank you very much. "

Another nod, another smile, and the waitress turned around and headed back for the kitchen yet again. Redundant, thought Vlad. This place was fancy, and that meant everything that entailed fanciness was included in it. Repetition, unoriginality, Vlad started thinking on how the other crowd was sounding a lot more entertaining then just lounging around in a poorly-lit lounge room, sipping tea and chilling out on a sofa. The place was empty, save for a person here and there, so conversation was kept to an extreme minimum in the place. If something interesting doesn't happen soon, Vlad'll be outta there in no time...

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Caught in a landslide,
No escape from reality...

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Tags - Open
Word Count - 755
Music - Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody
Notes - First thread, yay. C:

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