Thread: Reflections (Translucentfeathers & Church)

Shit he had missed his turn who knows how many miles ago. The map spread out on the hood of his car told him as much, if he was even reading that correctly. Hed have to double back and look closer this time, as there was no way hed be looking for a third. Jax had left his house early this morning and had been driving almost all day trying to find some tiny town no one had ever heard of so that he could try and find something out about what was going on in the town. Searching through death reports had shown quite a few, far too many for how small the town was. It was dark as he finally found himself on what seemed to be the main street of town, looking back and forth for a motel to finally end his exhaustion when he saw a bar that seemed rather warm and busy enough to hide amongst others and not draw too much attention to himself. He'd gotten a room at a motel down the street and decided to walk to the bar he'd seen earlier, knowing him he'd end up drinking more than he should and didn't need to be driving after that. He certainly didn't have the money to get out of jail or repair his car if he'd hit something. Jax had been born with an almost full head of jet black hair and to his parents surprise had lightened into a white-blonde by the time he was in middle school. His dark grey-blue eyes stuck out against his pale skin and many joked that he'd never seen the sun before or that he was the perfect aryan race that Hitler had been searching for. The bar had seemed perfect to him. No one stared at him in his jeans and t-shirt like he didn't belong and it seemed that even in this moderately small town there were enough strangers to keep the locals busy. He was pleased that the mood of the bar seemed light and fun, clearly no one was trying to make life hard for anyone else, everyone was just trying to blow off some steam after work and it was refreshing, the normalcy of the situation. His eyes scanned the room quickly, trying to see if there was anyone that caught his eye. He wasn't necessarily looking for a hook up, there was work he needed to do in the morning, but he wouldn't be adverse if the opportunity presented itself to him. There were a few men he'd found attractive, though most were already with a girl or trying to be though it was painfully obvious to anyone else that the girl would rather be anywhere else. Letting out a sigh he made his way up to the bar, it looked like it might be more solo drinking for him tonight. He motioned to the bartender and ordered a whiskey, downing the first and then sipping slower on the second that was poured. He played with the glass between his thumb and index finger, thinking about nothing and everything, starting to lose his present to his past before almost shaking himself awake. There was no reason for him to start falling into what had already happened when there were countless possibilities for him right here in this room. He straightened himself and turned, looking out towards the designated dance floor, where a few were grinding against each other to the beat of the music. He watched the edges of the room, where there were single people looking to meet someone but not having the guts to make their move yet. Down the bar from where he sat was a man almost too pretty to be in a place like this, and his eyes slowly raked up and down his frame, taking him all in in case this was the closest he'd get. He couldn't help but think he didn't have the courage to approach the man either, taking another shot and reveling in the burn that accompanied it, knowing in even a few minutes he'd start feeling much braver and willing to risk looking like an idiot.