Post by pierce on Oct 26, 2015 16:46:58 GMT -5
Going from being totally bored to being psyched did a number on Sylvan as he sort of organized the chaos of the living room which had become his bedroom. It was comfortable the way he had it - complete with a little trash heap and dingy clothes strewn about - but he took one for the team and put everything in its place. It was the first time he'd have company in the joint. He was so stoked he didn't even think twice about asking his sister if it was cool. If he did, Sylvan would just shrug it off and figure she wouldn't give a shit. Like if the shoe were on the other foot he'd actually be pleasantly surprised to come home after a long day to find some company to chill with. He was so used to being around people that an hour alone just killed him slowly. He guessed it was alright that he didn't have any clean shirts. He was used to bummin' around shirtless anyway, so he didn't really think about making impressions aside from picking up the place. At least he was wearing more than just his boxers, though, the grey cargo shorts sagged down and revealed a good inch past the waistband of the dark blue underneath.
The apartment was fairly small, but the area he used the most was good enough space as any to get a good drink on. It was ventilated, comfy with a plush maroon couch and numerous sitting pillows stacked beside it. The couch faced a coffee table which in essence was a long board of wood hodge-podged with photographs and flyers of shows long past, propped up by two wooden crates. A dinky tube television sat before it, raised also by wooden crates which were painted black and thinly striped with various colors - the walls of the room tacked with flyers and posters of bands whose names were written in wild and bold scrawl. The kitchen was almost half the size of the living room that it was conjoined with - a bar top separating the rooms with two wooden stools cushioned by zebra print covers. It was a bit of a tight squeeze when Lils and Sylvan had to do things in the kitchen at the same time, though Sylvan was never the one to cook or clean the dishes for that matter. He generally waited for his sister to conclude her business in there before raiding the fridge or passing through to the apartment's small patio, where he'd smoke his cigarettes amidst several potted plants of ivy and a small window planter supporting three different herbs, peppermint, thyme, and cilantro.
Sylvan chilled after putting all his clothes in Lils' hamper and the trash in the garbage can - cracking open the large bottle of tequila and taking a good whiff, his eyes squinting as his lips curled in to a smile. He received the expected texts and sent off the address and apartment number 108, turning on some jams and stepping out on to the patio for the time being. Lighting a cigarette, he curiously looked over the balcony to possibly catch a glimpse of his company before they approached the door.
The apartment was fairly small, but the area he used the most was good enough space as any to get a good drink on. It was ventilated, comfy with a plush maroon couch and numerous sitting pillows stacked beside it. The couch faced a coffee table which in essence was a long board of wood hodge-podged with photographs and flyers of shows long past, propped up by two wooden crates. A dinky tube television sat before it, raised also by wooden crates which were painted black and thinly striped with various colors - the walls of the room tacked with flyers and posters of bands whose names were written in wild and bold scrawl. The kitchen was almost half the size of the living room that it was conjoined with - a bar top separating the rooms with two wooden stools cushioned by zebra print covers. It was a bit of a tight squeeze when Lils and Sylvan had to do things in the kitchen at the same time, though Sylvan was never the one to cook or clean the dishes for that matter. He generally waited for his sister to conclude her business in there before raiding the fridge or passing through to the apartment's small patio, where he'd smoke his cigarettes amidst several potted plants of ivy and a small window planter supporting three different herbs, peppermint, thyme, and cilantro.
Sylvan chilled after putting all his clothes in Lils' hamper and the trash in the garbage can - cracking open the large bottle of tequila and taking a good whiff, his eyes squinting as his lips curled in to a smile. He received the expected texts and sent off the address and apartment number 108, turning on some jams and stepping out on to the patio for the time being. Lighting a cigarette, he curiously looked over the balcony to possibly catch a glimpse of his company before they approached the door.
