Grand Opening: 5/20/2013
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Post by Micah Brennan on May 20, 2013 14:09:34 GMT -5
Micah leaned casually against one of the game booths, tossing a softball lightly in his hand. Up and down it went, without any sort of thought or focus from him, as his eyes were locked instead on a young boy and a man he assumed to be the boy's father. The two of them were nearby at the ring toss game booth, where the child was begging for a turn at the game and the father was insisting that he had no chance of winning and it was better to 'let Daddy do it'. Micah's eyes narrowed, his lips curling up in a faint sneer at the man. Did he not realize that the kid was more interested in the game itself than winning one of the stupid prizes, or did he just not care?
Still, annoying as it was, he stayed put for the moment. He couldn't just step in every time he thought a parent was being a douche because he'd never get anything else done. And it wasn't like the guy was really doing anything other than being selfish and annoying. At least, that was until the little boy tried tugging on his father's arm and he impatiently pushed the child away, causing him to fall over. Micah's eyes widened, his grip tightening on the ball as he stilled it in his hand. He was this close to going over there and giving this asshole a piece of his mind.
After handing the ball to the operator of the milk bottle game booth, he dug his cigarettes from his pocket and his lighter, slid one out of the pack and popped it in his mouth, lighting it. The lighter and pack were tucked back into his pocket and then he pulled the cigarette from his lips and closed his eyes, letting out a long, deep sigh. He needed to calm down or he was going to lose it on this guy. But he kept his eyes on them, just in case, because if the jerk pushed his kid again, Micah wasn't going to hesitate to break his face.
Still, annoying as it was, he stayed put for the moment. He couldn't just step in every time he thought a parent was being a douche because he'd never get anything else done. And it wasn't like the guy was really doing anything other than being selfish and annoying. At least, that was until the little boy tried tugging on his father's arm and he impatiently pushed the child away, causing him to fall over. Micah's eyes widened, his grip tightening on the ball as he stilled it in his hand. He was this close to going over there and giving this asshole a piece of his mind.
After handing the ball to the operator of the milk bottle game booth, he dug his cigarettes from his pocket and his lighter, slid one out of the pack and popped it in his mouth, lighting it. The lighter and pack were tucked back into his pocket and then he pulled the cigarette from his lips and closed his eyes, letting out a long, deep sigh. He needed to calm down or he was going to lose it on this guy. But he kept his eyes on them, just in case, because if the jerk pushed his kid again, Micah wasn't going to hesitate to break his face.
