MerCelia
Searching for a journey.
Within a drunk state of mind, Jason stumbled as he walked out of the bar, already having three glasses worth of hard liquor in his system, including the heart-wrenching reality in his soul that the bar-tender wasn't interested in silly requests such as a free ride along the lines of 10$ due to the cost of gas money; without the security of knowing that she will be repaid in cold-hard cash not long afterwards when her car-pool partner has become sober. He couldn't blame her though, as he had once scammed a few people out of their money for the opportunity of free rides, and never returning the simple favor of a "Thank you" and instead, giving them a cold shoulder in return for their sudden act kindness.
Although, during his drunken panic of rage, he had managed to scare the bar-tender into calling the police, hence the reason why he was returned back by a cop car, and given a warning not long afterwards as if hinting towards a fine once he commits another stupid act, if ever caught red-handed again. That fact hadn't reassured him though, as he was currently in a different province and state, holding a few criminal records under his belt for speeding and theft in his early years of collage.
Once Jason was dropped off at the hotel, he scowled at Carson's attempt at spending money so freely, when neither he nor the rest of the group could barley afford an apartment of their own. It was just so stupid.
'What if Carson has changed over the years?' Jason thought bitterly to himself, 'And if he could at least manage to understand why I avoided him in the first place, I wouldn't be such a bad guy in any of this. It's like making new friends all over again, if only he understood' And this went on for a long time as he complained to himself, but I can guarantee you this: after the police car parked, Jason was already running out for dear life, racing into the five-star hotel without looking behind and missing every detail the resort had to offer the rich, and the lucky. But before he could stop himself, he nearly crashed into Amara, soon to be on the ground praying that she didn't notice the near collision which could have happened, if not only for the luck involved that it didn't occur.
Although, during his drunken panic of rage, he had managed to scare the bar-tender into calling the police, hence the reason why he was returned back by a cop car, and given a warning not long afterwards as if hinting towards a fine once he commits another stupid act, if ever caught red-handed again. That fact hadn't reassured him though, as he was currently in a different province and state, holding a few criminal records under his belt for speeding and theft in his early years of collage.
Once Jason was dropped off at the hotel, he scowled at Carson's attempt at spending money so freely, when neither he nor the rest of the group could barley afford an apartment of their own. It was just so stupid.
'What if Carson has changed over the years?' Jason thought bitterly to himself, 'And if he could at least manage to understand why I avoided him in the first place, I wouldn't be such a bad guy in any of this. It's like making new friends all over again, if only he understood' And this went on for a long time as he complained to himself, but I can guarantee you this: after the police car parked, Jason was already running out for dear life, racing into the five-star hotel without looking behind and missing every detail the resort had to offer the rich, and the lucky. But before he could stop himself, he nearly crashed into Amara, soon to be on the ground praying that she didn't notice the near collision which could have happened, if not only for the luck involved that it didn't occur.