The Face of Evil

Simon looked around the campus, a solemn expression falling upon his rather gentle features. Weights seemed to be strapped on the ends of his mouth, tugging down the corners. This is what could have been for Simon, he could have had the college experience. Instead, he was a simple bartender at Climax, a bar downtown. He would never go into a career field that could help others, change the world, make an impact on life. Sure, he had been praised before for his bartending skills, but can you even deem that as an accomplishment? Putting together drinks for those wallowing in their failures, drinking away any troubling thoughts.


Simon himself almost went to go drown himself in drinks, instead, he quickly stopped and got coffee, which he now held loosely in his hands. Students passing by didn't seem to give him a second glance, too busy scurrying to classes, or back to their dorms before the next class to rush in a late assignment. 


Guess I don't look as old as I feel.. Simon chuckled softly to himself. He didn't feel too out of place around the younger souls, yet did feel a bit.. creepy to say the least. College just had this atmosphere to it that Simon so badly wished he experienced. Adjusting his sunglasses, he took one last sweep around the area. He noticed one girl in particular haunched over a computer. Her appearance stuck Simon as rather interesting, It seemed to scream rebellious to Simon. Curiosity once again would kill the cat as Simon took a quick sip of his coffee and walked forward, hoping he wouldn't come off creepy and/or scary.


What are you doing with your life, Si? He thought to himself sarcastically. 

A curious brow was raised as Simon had gotten closer. The young college student seemed to be having some troubles with whatever it was on her laptop. Simon wasn't too technology savvy, so he couldn't think much of what she may be doing?


Maybe she accidentally logged out of Facebook? Simon thought absentmindedly. He'd done so plenty of times and it always caused that small spark of rage. 


Or maybe MySpace is becoming a thing again? The twenty-five year old recalled when he used to be on MySpace. The thought had him wondering, was his account still up? Simon almost pulled out his phone to text Lottie and ask if she could look it up. He stopped himself from whipping out his phone, only because Simon often forgot just how young Lottie was. MySpace had it's fair share of creeps, just like any social media really. She was only age ten after all, mature beyond her years.


Simon sucked in his breath in surprise. The girl he had been making his way towards had rammed into him, not only had he been lost in thought, but he almost spilled his coffee on the both of them. 


"Ack! Sorry! That was way too close," Simon threw out his words in a quick apology. Relieved, a took another quick sip of his coffee that was quickly starting to cool, much to his distaste. Making a small face, he looked at the girl once more. 


"So, what's got you all riled up?"
God Si, you are so awkward. Who says that?

Simon pretended to act like he knew exactly what the girl was talking about as she explained her current dilemma. He gave nods here and there and even said once or twice, "Oh, I hate when that happens," In actuality, he was a hundred and ten percent lost. Again, Simon could be considered a grandfather when it came to technology, basically, once he became the breadwinner of his small family, well, he never really had time to keep up with the newest trends. Lottie had attempted multiple times to get him a bit more up to date, but he always had to rush off to work, and you can't exactly bring a ten year old girl into a bar and expect everything to be peachy.


As if reading Simon's mind, the girl put it into a dumber, simpler to understand explanation. "Really? You'd think he'd learn by now that he keeps messing it up whenever he tampers with it.."


Simon took another long sip of his coffee before saying a serious tone, "You may just have to cut his hands off," He let it sit for a few moments before giving off a small laugh and a toothy grin to accompany it. Rubbing the nape of his neck he said, "Sorry, my humor, if you can even call it that is kind of... well, bad.."


Yet another frown tugged at the corner of Simon's lips when the girl asked for his name. She thinks I'm a teacher? He looked down at his clothes. Is it my clothes? Or do I just look that old?


"Walker, Simon Walker, and, I'm not a teacher here, so no need to get all formal on me," Simon idly waited, leaving it open for her to offer up her name as well.

<OOC Note: I apologize, this will probably be a shorter post :c>


"Pleasure to meet you, Jennifer," replied Simon. Jennifer extended a hand which Simon quickly observed. The nails reminded Simon of claws that could easily pierce through his skin. Being the polite young man he was, he gladly returned the handshake. 


It wasn't long until Simon was asked what his major was. Gulping, he pulled at his shirt collar, already feeling guilty at the thought of lying, saying that he did happen to go here. That he did happen to attend college. 


Well, I probably won't see her again..


Simon shook his head at his thought, life threw everyone curve balls. What if Jennifer became a friend? He didn't want a relationship based upon lies. 


"I'm not a college student, I'm a bartender down at Climax. You heard of it? Anyway, I came here to check out the campus," Simon could only pray he wasn't pinned as some creep.


<OOC: Gosh, I'm sorry, this is such a crappy post, but I wanted to sneak in a reply for you before I headed out.. q.q>

Simon rubbed the nape of his neck, biting his lower lip before starting slowly, "I guess, though, I'm not much of a drinker in the first place.." This wasn't entirely true, as Simon used alcohol as a way to escape reality, like most alcoholics. Most times, Lottie had to step up and stop him, which killed him every time. The scared look on her face. It wasn't geared towards the situation, it was towards him. Simon could be a real rude drunk. 


Parties, huh? Simon was actually requested often for parties. The guests were usually middle-aged women who set out to touch Simon as much as possible. Making a disgusted expression he mumbled, "You could say that..."


Simon narrowed his eyes, observing Jennifer more carefully, attempting to get a range for her age. Suddenly feeling like it seemed he was checking her out, he almost went to avert his gaze but remembered he was wearing sunglasses that hid his eyes perfectly. Relaxing a bit, he cocked his head to the side, "By your interest, I take it you like a few rounds?" He hoped this comment didn't come off judgmental or rude.