Post by Heath Mulligan on Jun 29, 2015 22:10:51 GMT -5
What was a better place to rest his head and his body? Heath knew there was no better place than his own damn house, so that's where he was; currently sitting in his favorite beige chair in the den sipping on a glass of brandy, and casually reading a book about nonsense. For bloody once, he had a night off, and instead of being the typical "Heath O'Brien" and scour the town for some kind of amusement, he decided to give himself a much needed break and relax, even if it was for just one night. He liked the peacefulness of his home. His parents had lives of their own, and though he loved them, he wasn't bothered by how little they actually interacted. He knew his relationship with both of them was solid, and that was good enough for him.
Joey currently sat beside him in a chair of his own, writing down stats as a favor for him, and Heath's eyes glazed over his bodyguard, then into the glowing embers of the fire. Sometimes, he realized, it was incredibly rewarding to just, for once, focus on himself.
Joey currently sat beside him in a chair of his own, writing down stats as a favor for him, and Heath's eyes glazed over his bodyguard, then into the glowing embers of the fire. Sometimes, he realized, it was incredibly rewarding to just, for once, focus on himself.
