Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2016 16:05:54 GMT -5
Grant spent most of his time making sure that he was in top physical form. That didn’t mean, however, that he didn’t enjoy a night out with his college friends. He was usually the first one to agree to a night out, and was almost always the last one to get home. He didn’t like the good times coming to an end. For Grant, a night full of drinking and junk food could be balanced out in his healthy routine. He looked after himself with both a good diet and by hitting the gym almost religiously. He liked it, and didn’t mind spending the time prepping a nutritious meal, which was a good thing considering he was a Culinary Arts major. He had a desire to one day launch a career in health foods, be it as a chef or selling what he could make as snacks and ‘fuel’ for working out. Grant didn’t overthink the future when he was still young and having a lot of fun. Plus, he only needed to look at his boss at Crazy Roots to see that things could come together later rather than sooner.
If he had learnt anything about life since moving to New York, it was from Amaryllis. It had taken him a good month of working for her before he realised her stories were true and not just crazy tales she told. That kind of inspired him. He didn’t come from much and he was a small kind troublemaker who intimately knew the interior of the principal’s office. Some teachers had reprimanded him and told him he could amount to nothing, that he would waste his life in a small time job in a meaningless future. It took a lot of coaxing and pep talking from his mom and grandpa to sometimes convince him otherwise. And now he was in New York, taking strides towards his own future, working hard in class to make himself known to those who could matter, but also ensuring that he had a good time, and grew older with stories to tell.
Those stories had to start somewhere, and tonight’s was starting at The Marquee. Grant’s friends did not waste time hitting the bar and lining up the shots and since Grant had arrived a little later they were five steps closer to black out drunk than he was. He had locked up Crazy Roots so Amaryllis could enjoy a night out herself, but now he was playing a game of catch up with his buddies. They were in a booth by the dance floor, eyeing up the pretty girls and making silly bets over who could get a phone number first when Grant left the table to get himself another drink. He joined the crowd around the busy bar and pulled a note from his wallet while he waited. As with most weekends he came in, the nightclub was lively, packed with people having a good time, and it appeared he had chosen a bad time to get a drink; everyone else apparently had the same idea!
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TAGGED! Jericho Eloise Brighten
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