Golden Era

✪Gold Up In My Teeth

The hustle and bustle of the city went by as the day went on.  Pedestrians roaming the streets, either talking to one another or minding their own. Children ran around and young mothers did everything in their power to keep up with their tikes. Businessmen walking to work in their well-made suits and hats. People each saying "hello" or "how do you do" as they passed one another. Taxi cabs owned the roads, riding past or stopping at the curb.

The world was seemingly picture-perfect as the war had ended and the beginning of the Baby Boom struck. Soldiers were finally home and families were happier again.

At the end of the block at an outdoor cafe sat the young male named Kurt Danes. Sipping at his coffee and reading the newspaper just like every other young male surrounding him. Deep blue eyes scanning the words on the page. Tuning out the world around him as he found an interesting article that took all of his attention. He had gotten so into the said article he was reading that he didn't even hear the rushing footfalls that were approaching him.

Kurt didn't fully snap back into reality until he felt a presence hovering over him. Furrowing a bit all he did was raise a hand up and swatted the air. Indicating that whoever it was needed to leave his area. That of course backfired when he suddenly felt a smack to the back of his head. Finally letting down his paper he looked over to the young male who had his arms crossed and was looking annoyed at Kurt.

"Oh hiya."

The male, who was in fact a good friend of Kurt's, rolled his eyes before he huffed a breath and took off his hat. Walking over to the other side of the table and sitting down across from Kurt.
Shawn Wexler. Good friends with Kurt and was seeming like he had been very troubled. Moving back in the chair he crossed his arms and kept his brown eyes on his friend.

"'Oh hiya'? What the hell are ya doing out here anyway?"

Asking in a rather sharp and annoyed tone. He had a bit of an accent as he was born in New York City. Born in Brooklyn, grew up in Queens and now was living and working in Manhattan. New York ran through the boy's blood. It was his life and pretty much all he knew.

"It's eight in the mornin' on a Tuesday. Shouldn't you be at work?"

"Shouldn't you? That or extracting that big stick up your ass."

Kurt on the other hand was originally from Oklahoma. Which was basically the complete opposite of the city life. When they two met they butted heads since Kurt couldn't handle Shawn's ways at first. But in time he learned to get used to it and now after being in the city for a few years. He's grown to have a slight edge himself. But only when necessary and usually he wasn't serious.

Whatever Shawn or anyone else from the city would throw at him. Kurt was quick to hit them back with a remark of his own.

Shawn eyed his friend for a few seconds and then heaved another sigh. Uncrossing his arms and pulling himself up in his chair. Gently yanking at the hemming of his suit jacket a bit.

"Um, I don't really know how t'say this delicately so I'll just say it. I woke up a single man. Layla hit the road an' I ain't got the slightest clue what happened or where she went."

"What?! Oh, man. I take back that stick up your ass remark."

"Nah, I mean it's true honestly."

"So...what happened exactly?"

"Not sure. I mean she was there when I got home last night. Then I woke up to her side empty as well as her half of the closet."

Kurt shook his head and folded up his newspaper. Sitting back in his chair he grabbed his cup and downed the rest of his coffee.