Austin stood in the center of his warehouse/humble abode quietly, his hands slipped into the slits of his old jeans. The warehouse itself was not too large but it was certainly enough to house his large unfinished canvases along with assortments of different desks with disheveled notes and books placed atop. A bed was off to the far corner along with a nightstand where Austin's Android beeped, signalling a message along with catching his attention. His eyes darted to the clock that was also on the nightstand as he strode over. It was about six in the evening, that was about right he guessed. He grabbed his phone and unlocked it quickly by tracing a intricate pattern he most likely memorized. One message was left in his inbox. NEW MESSAGE> Guys, lets go get some drinks? Austin thought quietly to himself before typing his reply quickly and effortlessly on the touch screen. SENT MESSAGE> Alright, I'll meet you all at the usual. Austin slipped the phone into his pocket and he grabbed the leather long coat that was previously thrown onto the bed. Slipping it over his long-sleeved grey shirt he made his way outside. A fresh layer of snow had managed to find itself in the big apple, and he enjoyed the cracking that ensued with every step, the cracking continued as he got onto his motorcycle and drove off. His house was most likely the farthest away from their favorite bar, Moe's and he wondered if he would be the last to arrive.