☀ Blank Space || Cashby

One

Criminals were criminals, heros were heros, and a nobody was a- well, a nobody. That was the thing about the town of Peoria, no one wanted to be stuck in a place they couldn't either support or be supported in. Peoria, Illinois was the home of potholes, dropouts, and people who lived off of welfare and lived on the south end.

Many people wanted to make a name for themselves, and it seemed to be the only way to try and survive nowadays. For Austin, surviving meant making it through the day with one meal and hoping his stomach wouldn't ache until the age of 23, when his college degree finally kicked in and helped him get a steady job as a manager at a movie theater.

A movie theater.

It was a joke, all of it was. At least he had friends that somewhat understood what he was going through, being a poor college graduate and all.

It was a cloudy night while being downtown, enjoying a few drinks and feeling the ground rumble once in a while because of thunder. Not a lot of people chose to be out at this time of night, only for the sake of avoiding the possibility of being mugged. Austin didn't have to worry about that necessarily, his height and all.

Now the man was simply enjoying a bud wiser, sitting with a small group of his friends he knew since high school in an underground bar and grill that was underneath a historical theater. It was classy, and even though he didn't hold an high paying job, his job supported him enough to be able to go out and enjoy himself.

The tattooed man gave his slightly intoxicated friends a small smile, rethinking his choice of social pickings as David Schmitt was trying to push a small piece of lime up Tyler Carters nose, who was complaining about it and giving him sass. Yet he wouldn't give the moment up for anything else, Austin enjoyed everything about it.

Mitch Lucker pressed his cheek into his hand, swishing his tequila around lazily as he smiled and opened his mouth to say something, but just forgot and wiggled his finger and nodded at an invisible figure.

Yeah, Austin and his friends were different, but a good type of different.

"Cheers to us being classy, sophisticated young adults!" Tyler slurred, throwing his shot in the air and having it spill down his wrist. David laughed, holding his fist to his lips as he watched Tyler quickly react to this clumsiness. Mitch simply nodded and took a gulp of his drink, and Austin grinned and held his drink up and raised an eyebrow.

"I believe, by the terms of who is the least intoxicated at this table, that I am indeed the most classy and sophisticated!"

Everyone broke out laughing, and then teasingly got into an argument about how Austin could burp anytime he wanted, which by their standards wasn't classy.

"No, but seriously, should we really be drinking? Too late now, but I wanted to still be responsible and seem like I cared about our reputation." Mitch slurred, lazily leaning towards Austin and tapped his arm. Austin out down his drink and stretched, legs and arms, before smiling without a care in the word and rested his forehead against the table.

"I mean, I don't see why not. It's not like we get weird looks anyway wherever we go together."

Mitch agreed, before scanning the room for women that were more intoxicated than he was. Austin sighed softly, feeling the world around him move slightly to the breaths he gave out. The world had a place for him, but if it meant becoming a manager at a movie theater place before becoming a more successful being, than so be it. It'd happen, it'd change and he'd prove everyone wrong about how you can get a job instantly after graduating college.

Tyler glanced over his shoulder as the door opened, and smiled when a slightly tall, black haired man came in that was covered in tattoos. Austin just watched the unfamiliar man with a careful glance, bringing the rim of the bottle to his lips.