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Post by billy ellwood vargas on Apr 23, 2020 7:59:14 GMT -5
  One of Billy’s biggest fears was never being able to skate again. When he had been in hospital and the doctors had discovered that his coordination and balance had been hindered by the infection, Billy had pushed through his recovery purely because he needed to be back on his skateboard. Skating was his outlet. A rough day at school could be skated away. Bullies were nothing to him when he was at the skate park, nailing a new trick. If walking places was boring, then he could just skate to them. He had stopped taking the bus to school when he was twelve, instead riding his board home. He had spent most of his childhood in scrapes and bruises because of his hobby. Billy wasn’t afraid to fall off and then get back up again. There had been countless times when his board had gone one way and he another. When he was very young there may even have been a few tears, but at no point did Billy think it was time to stop and maybe turn to video games for his kicks.
Even now, at twenty six, he still skated about. Sometimes he skated to and from work at Casablanca if the weather was fair. He didn’t live too far from the club, so it wasn’t completely ridiculous to ride his board in the early hours, dodging those who were staggering home at that time. Plus, the city was usually nothing more than bright lights and muffled noises to him at that hour. He never wore his hearing aids for work because it wasn’t a good match. The music was too loud, and people already leaned over the bar to give in their drinks order. Billy could either read their lips, or he was able to hear them since they were shouting over the music and close to his ear. He had promised Iliza when she hired him that he could make it work. Plus, he was good at mixing drinks. It was a skill he didn’t know quite where he had picked up, but it was something that made him happy and let him have a bit of fun at work. On the quieter afternoons after delivery and before opening, he even experimented with some ideas to add to the menu, telling Iliza it would be cool if they were known for some signature drinks that weren’t just renamed varieties of old classics.
He was due in work that evening, but that lunchtime he was supposed to be meeting Utah in the park. He had come with a spare board, an old helmet he hoped would fit her, and some knee pads. He didn’t want her taking a tumble and ending up in the ER. Some people got overly confident once they found their balance and then they were head first into the trash can, with blood all over the place. Billy had seen it too many times at the skate park when newbies came along and thought they could do anything just because someone else was showing off. Billy had never been the kid to push someone into trying something they were not ready for. He sat on a bench and let Utah know where he was. He didn’t want her wandering around the park looking for him. It was a big place after all.
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TAGGED! Utah Maisie Parrish
WORDS! 559!
LYRICS! Whoever You Are - - - Brighten
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