Doctor and Dancer // CLOSED for coloursofrose
With a long sigh John Arber shrugged off the white coat and hang it up in his locker, closing the metallic door with a loud noise and letting the lock spin.
For once he had the day shift in the hospital and he had too much coffee to get back home and some sleep. He wasn't suppose to come back till the evening next day.
"See you tomorrow, Martha." he said to his friend and she just smiled tiredly at him, waving him off. Stretching himself as he walked he headed to his car and afterwards to his flat. It wasn't the smallest one but not big either, simple with a lot of books remaining from his studies, some of his own photographs on the walls, small kitchen, living room with bookshelves, television and a comfortable sofa. His bed was big and he let himself fall on it with a groan.
It was almost ten in the evening when he walked into a bar with a club in the basement and headed straight for the counter and let himself slip on one of the stools. He had chosen just simple dark blue jeans and dark red shirt. He had gotten a tip from a friend, although what he thought was the best part about this bar, which happened to be the dancers, wasn't his reason to come. He just needed a drink.
Sipping at a gin tonic John turned his head to one of the plateaus and his eyes fell on a blonde girl. She didn't look like the others. There was something warm about her that the other dancers were missing. Something normal. He smiled at her, because he just couldn't help it.