#interaction!victor

[wildestdrcam]

randomly generated sentence starter for @creulintenticns

"please...say something."

[wildestdrcam]

Victor had been coming to this same bar before he wrote his first novel, and it was the only bar he had come to since, when he actually did leave his apartment to drink. Usually, a Jack and Coke in the comfort of his own living room was plenty for him, but after the call with his publicist to iron out the details of his class, his apartment felt strangely claustrophobic, and he had found himself here. He always took the booth in the very back, as far away from the crowds as he could get. He had, of course, brought his notepad and lucky pen, but at the moment, he was just idly rotating it between his fingers, no inspiration coming to him for the chapters he was currently working on. It had been part of the reason he had agreed to the guest teacher idea when his agent had offered it; Victor knew he was behind on his book, and he had already missed one deadline. Hopefully, teaching a writing class for a couple of months would help his publisher grant him some leniency, and hell, maybe he'd even get inspired, working with college students and hearing some fresh ideas.

He was still twirling the pen absently around his thumb and index, when his fingers fumbled and sent the pen flying, clattering to the ground. "Shit--" He mumbled, reaching for the pen where it had landed in the path of someone walking by. "My bad." He offered, glancing up at the woman to give her an apologetic smile, before he slid back into his booth. || @turkishdclights