Thread: The Charming Depths Hotspring

The bar wasn't very busy at the crack of sun up. Naturally, drunkards may migrate to the bar at their own pace, but Garrett was sure he would find his own time to breath and have a cup of coffee this early. And that he did. His cup was steaming, sitting near him on the counter. With his arms folded beneath his head, he relaxed on the counter as though he was hung over. He wore a white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, black jeans and a blueberry blue tie. The tie was undone and hung down by his knees. His soft black hair ran onto his lean, pale forearms. His cellphone lit up and began to vibrate, multiple vibrates to signal either an alarm or a call. The text on the screen suggested it was a call. Eith a groan, he peered over his arm at his phone and glared toward it. His extremely narrow slits between his eyelids barely showed his iris. With a groan, his right hand lunged for the phone, putting it in silence before flipping it onto it's screen. Sitting up, he ran his hands over his face. His finger tips pulling at his face as though he were rubber, though he certainly wasn't. His fingers left his face to reveal a casual smile and sharp eyes. Plucking the coffee up, he finished it off before setting it down to stretch. He pulled his arms to each side and held them while he was scanning the room. Finding no babes, he let out a wild groan. His eyes falling on the bartender, giving them deuces and requesting hard shots. After he finished a couple of rounds, he grinned to himself as he broke two casual rules to drinking before leaving the bar. With his grin fueled by the previous shots and his eyes on the robed women he saw on his way to his room, he decided to clean up before entering the hotsprings. His clothes were tossed on his bed as he entered his shower and flipped on the hot water. As hot as it could go, he didn't make a sound as the white-hot water ran through his hair over his scalp and down his shoulders over his back. Though the water had been sincerely searing, it wouldn't move him to complain or turn the knob backwards any. He let the hot water quickly bring red to his skin, as lately it was the only way not to be his complete and total pale he always had been. With a sigh, he hiked the corners of his lips up as he tilted his head back. It hurt, but the hot water ran over his face. Yet again, no complaints. With his thin fingers gripping the bar of soap, he began to hum drunkenly, running the soap bar over his body as the hot water eliminated any suds instantaneously without even a tiniest spec left behind. Throughout his clensing process, he imagined behing surrounded by horny women. All of their soft hands on his lean, attractive body as he reached out for handfuls of everything and kissing each one of them on their necks or lips. He's basing this fantasy on events that have already taken place for him with late teens groupies and drugs. Some he didn't remember so well, other moments were crystal clear. Either way, it was moments like those that reminded him what he lived for. Even though their lead singer was a total bitch and their drummer is a protective emotional mess, they made good music and the love of his fans built him up. His confidence and strength born of the collective elation from thousands of fans cheering them on at their shows. He let the widled soap bar slip to the floor of the shower as he shook the fantasy from his head. A sort of grief licking at his heart as he missed the way his bones would quake with the vibrations of the stage speakers. The fear of losing all these sensations making the infighting of the band absolutely heartbreaking for Garrett. He wouldn't sob over it, though. After working shampoo and conditioner through his silky black hair, he rinsed one last time and pulled the water off with a bit too much aggression. The echo of the knob pounding down reminding him faintly of when he took the first hit from their drummer. With his grin returning to him, he stepped out. The pale lanky fingers grasping at a thick brown towel as he used his strength to dry himself off completely, including his bits and pieces, his feet, everything. Without much concern for which color robe others would be wearing, he picked out a white and blue one. Wrapping a white towel around his lean waist first, he pulled on the blue and white robe. Forgoing sandals, he charged into the coed springs and took a seat out in the corner of the hot pools. Relaxing with his eyes closed, head back, arms on the rim, and smile on. Peace finding him as he let the idea of kissing the lead singer again float out of his mind completely.