The writers keep writing what they write, Somewhere another pretty vein just dies, I've got the scars from tomorrow and I wish you could see, That you're the antidote to everything except for me, A constellation of tears on your lashes, Burn everything you love then burn the ashes, In the end everything collides, My childhood spat back out the monster that you see… Fall Out Boy – Light Em Up The rock song played on the jukebox, the guitar filling the room with a lively sound. Other than the few patrons of the bar dancing, laughing with their drunken stupor, the bar was relatively peaceful. On the other end of the room pool balls cracked against one another as a few men played a friendly game. Various spots around the bar coupled were fawning over one another, a few boisterous patrons cheered and jeered as their sports team scored or lost. All was well in this bar of no importance. Not that one could see anyways. Not that one man was more obvious than the others as he appeared to fit in. Years ago he didn’t believe in all that bible talk of demons and angels. Despite being familiar with other supernatural creatures. He simply wasn’t a religious man. And despite being a fan of sci-fi movies and shows about time travel, he certainly didn’t believe it. But as it were destiny has a funny way of changing someone. “Yo. Bartender. Another White Russian please.” The man’s voice had a certain stoner surfer drawl as he, in his way, politely asked for another drink. “Thanks man.” He said in a somber tone as he was handed another mixed drink. The man was of average height with a fit build. Not muscular, but someone that stayed in shape. He looked to be with the punk or skater crowd with his eyebrow piercings and purple dog collar. His round freckled face was heavy with sorrow, his yellow brown eyes looking nowhere in particular. And though the man had dyed green hair that was a little lengthy and styled spiky, that wasn’t the most prominent feature about him. His skin at first glance looked tan, like a man whom spent many hours in the sun. But it had a certain heavenly glow. Making his arm band tattoo and bird wing tattoo on his back stand out even more. Appearing softer than even the white tank top he wore. The lady bartender narrowed her eyes on him and leaned on the bar. She could tell this was a man suffering, using the drink to numb his pain. Despite how ‘light’ he looked, there was a heavy weight surrounding him. “You look like someone down on their luck?” She said, tossing her blonde pony tail from her shoulder. He looked up and scoffed lightly, taking a sip of his drink before he responded. “Nah. More like I’m tired of loosing pieces just to get check mate…” He sighed as he looked away. She paused and looked him over a bit more. “Gotta name?” She said after a moment. The man chugged his alcoholic drink, placing it on the wooden bar with a loud clink. “D.” He said ruffling his hand through his hair. “You just giving me a letter or is it D-E-E?” He groaned as he inhaled as he looked up at her. “I’m not even the same person I once was so… Yeah… Just the letter.” She gave half a smile of compassion as she moved to help another patron at the bar.