Friendsgiving

[UKrose]

He wore his hair down, it was sleek and polished like silk with glints of silver in there from the hoops and chain he wore in his left ear, there were even silvered feathers hidden in his hair that would probably be noticed some time. The dark penny glasses he had on couldn’t hide the mischief that glinted there in those mahogany rich eyes. He grinned, that grin that meant someone was going to have some fun tonight and he wasn’t shamed to admit that if he didn’t end up completely fucked by the end of the night it was going to be a poor night indeed. He wore a black silk shirt, half done up and around his tanned throat was a bone choker that ran down his chest. The shirt was untucked, and the sleeves partially rolled up. He had in his hand a guitar case and over his shoulder a cable along with a small amp. His jeans were his best jeans, they were his favorite jeans, he wore them belted up with a simple leather belt, the buckle had the Batman logo on it, but that was it for style. The jeans themselves were faded, they were old, they were so faded they were nearly white, once they were blue but well, he could still fit into them and they’d been everywhere with him. The bottoms of them were tucked, as usual, yes you’ve guessed it… those shabby old combat boots. From one hip belt strap there was red hander-kerchief. He had his rings on, he had a few wrist ornaments as well on his left wrist.

He walked in, was happy and cheerful, playing music when asked to, generally having fun.