Post by pierce on Nov 4, 2016 23:28:28 GMT
Sylvan's outfit
It didn't take long when he'd returned to Salem for Syl to find a home away from home at the least reputable place in town. It suited his needs and didn't ask for much, if anything in return. When he came in to a good amount of money, he'd patron the shit out of the place – and when he was broke, he'd hang around to see if there were any odd job offers brought up.
He'd had a lucky streak recently, some successful opportunities really paid off and he was now riding on the profits from that. Well, after paying a bit of his debt off to Lils. But that was a given. She'd let him move back in on the condition that he keep her out of his shit and keep his shit away from the apartment. He didn't mind the arrangement, in fact he now only used the place for a roof over his head at night - whenever he couldn't find a more preferred bed to sleep in. That's what he was working on now, slinking back and forth around the bar, watching the entrance to see who he could benefit from buying drinks for. It was slow though, and if it stayed this way he'd just have to suck it up and take the lonely bus back home.
Syl eventually just settled on a stool and ordered a beer, which was to be his fourth so far. The bartender was hot, so he could just chill here and wait for awhile. No big deal. “I'm gonna keep it going babe,” he informed about his tab when she set the beer before him. He took it up right away and pulled a good swig from it. “let me know when you're off the clock and we can drink together.” Syl smirked with a suggestively raised brow, digging out a carton of cigarettes and drawing one out, lighting it up casually – blowing his plume of smoke upwards.
