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Bad Blood :: London :: Oxford Street :: Costa :: walk this way;; open Author Topic: walk this way;; open (Read 104 times) darthalyssa Guest walk this way;; open « Thread Started on Oct 20, 2007, 8:24pm » The dark sunglasses covering Oliver's puppy-dog brown eyes served three purposes. For one, they shielded his eyes from the harsh sunlight that seemed to intensify his raging headache. Next, they shielded passerby from the unattractive dark circles and redness that came with this early morning hang over. And lastly, they just looked freaking cool. Oliver knew this last little fact and was smiling to himself just thinking about it. He could hear the comments and giggles of the various women walking down the street as he sipped his coffee, alone, outside the coffee shop. The fact that last night he had drinken to excess and was now feeling the effects didn't seem to bother him. The prescence of the female species was his cure. Women were a thing to be studied. If you could bottle the way they looked at you when they were passionate, even if they were passionate about hating you, you could make millions. There was something in their eyes, in their smiles, and especially in their hips, that made Oliver feel alright about the world. The way they walked was so hypnotic and captivating that he had no doubt that just watching them could possibly heal you of cancer, AIDS, and of course, a hangover. They were the only reason he ever even came to this part of town. He had no use for fashion, or even this coffee, which he thought was actually pretty crappy, no matter how many people raved about it. Oliver specifically came to Costa for the view; he was able to sit outside at a small table and just be an observer. Oliver loved the fact that most of the women walking down the street had come shopping with their friends; which meant that they became giddy just at the sight of a man. Not that he needed this advantage, anyway, but it was a nice plus. Oliver could tell this was going to be a good day. Costa had apparantly decided to make a decent cup of coffee today, and the women were more beautiful today than any other day. As he took another sip from his mug, he almost wished he could light up a cigarette. It would make this even better, but if he had any hope of picking someone up today, he had better not. Women seemed to generally stay away from the smell of smoke, unless they were smokers themselves. And for some reason, Oliver wanted a non-smoker today; someone pure to go with this perfectly purifying morning. Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged Forum Jump--------------------» Home--------------------» General--------------------- Announcements- Guidelines --- Absences- Socialising- Staff Board- Advertise--------------------» Characters--------------------- Creation --- Claims --- Pending --- Werewolves --- Humans- Logs- Plots and Relationships --- Plots--------------------» London--------------------- Houses of Parliament- The Thames- Canary Wharf- Oxford Street --- Costa- Old Kent Road--------------------» London Outskirts--------------------- Regent Street Gardens- Piccadilly Circus --- PULSE- The Docklands- Westminster Estate --- Flat #48 --- Flat #19 --- Flat #52- University of Oxford