{ ` — The House of Blues
His brother's flower shop finally came to a close. After helping his brother lock up and watching him go Taemin pulled a cigarette out from his new box, lighting it and taking a long pull. His lungs filled with it's toxins and his mind was put at ease. It was a particularly long day and he just wanted to unwind. For a summer night it was uncharacteristically chilly and all the neko was wearing was a plain white t-shirt and black jeans. Nothing extraordinary, nice and simple, opposite of his personality. With his ears down against his head to find warmth and his tail coiled around his waist he walked down the street to the bar which he frequents: The House of Blues. He sat in the middle of the bar by himself, staring into an empty glass. He drinks water first, to wash away the taste of chemicals left over from his cigarette. "Routine is deadly," he says to no one in particular. Looking up and turning in his stool to people watch. Alone as usual, if only there were someone interesting in this bar to spark a conversation with.
