Trying to Relax (open)

[Patrick Logan]

There in the corner of the bar away from everyone sat a man in a black dress shirt, black slacks both from a high-end clothing company. Behind on him the barstool was his leather jacket. The man’s hair was styled with a slightly messy look; his eyes blue eyes were staring at the bar, his glass in front of him with his one hand resting on it. The man was more commonly known as Patrick Logan… He was at the bar by himself and for once not looking for any prey to enjoy. Instead he was nursing a wounded ego and his ribs. In the background some song was playing that held his attention for a moment or two…


I don't even know where to begin

But, baby, I got
One thing I want you to know
Wherever you go tell me
'Cause I'm gonna go

We found love so don't fight it
Life is a rollercoaster just gotta ride it
I need you so stop hiding

To say life was a roller coaster was an understatement; well at least that is how the dark hair man thought. One would have to find the most twisted and beyond fast roller coaster to compare his life to then ghost another coaster on top of it. Patrick lived two lives… One was a high school history teacher that the students hung on to his ever word, came to his class before home room or after school and the other was the Eco-Terrorist who was willing to do whatever it took see that the Earth was protect and moving in the right direction.

Life had not been easy on him at all. Just went things were starting to get good, when he had found his son... Then he got ripped from his reality and stuck in this own or so they told him. They wanted him to take a job in the military, to help keep the peace in this area. But he turned them down and now he was just trying to get by.

That had been weeks ago… Now here was with the night off and not really in the mood to be hunting for anyone to sleep with or have fun with. No because a few hours ago, he got into a scuffle with someone… two someone’s having been jumped as he walked along the street. Their mistake was thinking they had picked out the wrong person and paid for the mistake. Patrick picked up the glass of beer and took a long drink from it. Before finally looking around the bar with his ice-cold icy blue eyes, his one eye having a bit of swelling around it already. Wondering if anyone was brave enough to come up to him. Tonight he would lay low and just let them come to him.

[Jaime Sommers]

Jaime walked in and looked around as she had time until her shift stars but for now she wanted just to relax. She was here for a while as she got here with her younger sister, Becca. er younger sister was out on her own and even so she didn't really trust her she let her be, for now. Anyway, for now she just got herself something to drink and set next to the bar as she looked around. As soon as she and her sister got there she got a job as security guard, even if at first she wasn't sure about that but eventually she got used to it. Jaime sure did miss home but for now she just tried to get use to the new place. She just wished that her friends and co worker were here too as it wasn't the same without them, or so she thought anyway.

As she set there she looked around while she waited fir her order. Once she got her order she paid for it.Then Jaime took a sip from it as once in a while she looked around at all the people in there. Here and there she watched people walk in and out as she hoped that one of them would be familiar but they weren't so she sighed and shrugged to that. Jaime then stopped as she saw a guy not to far away. She just looked at him for a bit then sighed and after that she just watched people dancing. She smiled at the people who danced then she started talking to the bartender while listening to the musicx that was playing at the same time.

Jaime thought that the music was fine but she wasn't much for dancing, especially not alone. Which was why she spoke to the bartender instead. They knew each other because she came there a lot, ever since she and her sister got stuck there. She and the bartender were just good friends not best or to close. Sure she and the bartender talked here and there but that was all. No more nor less then that. Perhaps the bartender had a crush on her, who knew? Not that it mattered because she only saw him as a friend and nothing more. Which she was sure that he knew and accepted. At least she hoped that it was the case. Jaime couldn't be sure but she decided not to ask as that was embarrassing and rather strange to do. Among other reasons of course.

The bartender did helped her once or twice but that was all. Just as she helped him but he never ask her how did she do what she did to save him as he just figured that she was just good at what she did. Or so she believed since she didn't hear him ask about it. Which made her relieved as she was hundred present sure that he would ask but to her surprise he never did. Jaime was worried that sooner or later he might end up asking bu for now she saw no reason to worry about it.

[Patrick Logan]

The ice rattled against the glass as he swirled the drink within the cup by shaking the glass a little before bringing it up and downing the drink in one go. The strong alcohol burned as it worked it’s way down his throat but it was a good feeling. Patrick had no trouble holding his liquor but wasn’t a heavy drinker. He was the kind of person who had a couple of drinks here or they’re but never enough to be drunk. He couldn’t afford to let his guard down like that.

Normally he would be on the patrol for a one-night stand or someone who might be able to keep him entertained for a couple of days. So far tonight, no one had caught his attention. Then again he was looking for another guy, not really in the mood to deal with women this time around. When the bar tender was close again, he placed a order for another drink and slide some money across the bar before looking around again.

His eyes looked over at the women who as at the bar also and seemed to be making small talk with the bartender but he pushed that aside and looked around once more before pulling out his old cell phone, he hung on to it instead of throwing it away. It was a reminder of what he once had. There was close to a hundred contacts on the phone not to mention all the other things he had on there. Sure he had one of the phones the company gave him but it was left back at the place the assigned him to. After all he wanted nothing to do with all of this.

[Jaime Sommers]

Jaime looked towards Patrick for one minute as she kept talking to the bartender. She could tell that the guy not to far away from her was fine by himself so she didn't walk over. As well as she enjoyed the conversation that she had with the bartender. Jaime hoped that while she was here that her sister didn't got herself in to trouble as she usually did. Knowing her sister the way she did she couldn't be sure either way. That was the problem. It bugged her but she just shock that thought out of her head for now.

At the moment she concentrated more on the conversation she had with the bartender then anything else. She was surprised that Sarah wasn't there Yet but she was sure that sooner or later she would be, that much she was sure of her. Then again she could be wrong but somehow she doubted that she was wrong so. When the bartender asked her about her sister she just answered that as far as she was concerned her sister was fine but she wasn't to sure so.

After that they talked about other things until he had to go back to work so she just looked around herself. Jaime then sighed as she took a sip from her drink. Then her cell phone rang as she answered it only to find that it was her sister. Jaime sighed in relief as they spoke and when her sister said that she was fine it made her even more relived and happy. After all that was exactly what she wanted to know that was for sure. Jaime spoke to her sister few more minutes then hanged up as then the bartender walked back over to her as he asked her if it was her sister and she nodded to that. After that they spoke a bit more and after that he went back to work.