Syrrus
Wishful bard
Syrrus DeLaine was as always dressed in his black school uniform, shirt tucked in to his trousers and his jacket was hanging over his right shoulder. He entered the library with his usual crowd, three of the guys from the sports team and two girls on each arm. Syrrus didn't even need to put the arm around them, they were the ones holding on to him. The first thing young DeLaine did was to smile at the current librarian and give her a flirtatious wink, but it didn't look sleazy for some reason he had managed to make it look nothing but charming.
Surprisingly Syrrus was also the only one who seemed to obey the rules of a silent place to study, as the rest of them were acting like wild dogs. He did nothing to stop them though, seeing how much he loved being treated like a king. In this place, Syrrus DeLaine sure was a king, not like at home. These people knew very little of the actual Syrrus DeLaine.
What was told about the young man was that he was a spoiled little rich boy. A guy who had it all and always would have it all. He could get any female he wanted, girl or woman. He owned a mansion, maybe even two of them, some even said he had three. At least it was sure he had about six cars, all of them shiny and big. No one had seen neither though, because DeLaine never invited someone to his place, he always came to theirs and not like other boys or men, Syrrus would stay all night and not leave till the morning after he had served who-ever owned the place some breakfast.
The young man sat down by one of the bigger tables, one of the girls sitting down instantly on his lap, wrapping her arms around him. The guys had started to throw around book like footballs, shouting names and insults to each other, ignoring the angry looks from the others who had gone to the library for an actual purpose.
Surprisingly Syrrus was also the only one who seemed to obey the rules of a silent place to study, as the rest of them were acting like wild dogs. He did nothing to stop them though, seeing how much he loved being treated like a king. In this place, Syrrus DeLaine sure was a king, not like at home. These people knew very little of the actual Syrrus DeLaine.
What was told about the young man was that he was a spoiled little rich boy. A guy who had it all and always would have it all. He could get any female he wanted, girl or woman. He owned a mansion, maybe even two of them, some even said he had three. At least it was sure he had about six cars, all of them shiny and big. No one had seen neither though, because DeLaine never invited someone to his place, he always came to theirs and not like other boys or men, Syrrus would stay all night and not leave till the morning after he had served who-ever owned the place some breakfast.
The young man sat down by one of the bigger tables, one of the girls sitting down instantly on his lap, wrapping her arms around him. The guys had started to throw around book like footballs, shouting names and insults to each other, ignoring the angry looks from the others who had gone to the library for an actual purpose.