Post by John Callahan on Aug 17, 2015 14:03:32 GMT -5
John Callahan was living the life as far as he was concerned. For the first time in a while, John was care-free. The middle-aged man was loving life and spending every minute relishing in the freedom of being on his own. Well... Relatively on his own. Future!Charlie was still with him, and she was a bit of a bitch... but who could really complain about anything when you were in Key West lounging in a hammock while sipping a Rum based something or other out of a coconut. Sure, this wasn't exactly what John had come to expect in his life... Hell, a year or two ago he'd never have expected to be caught dead wearing a Hawaiian shirt and cargo shorts... With a pair of Ray Bans resting on his forehead... John was living and loving the easy streets. He didn't have to care about money... He'd already made sure that he'd be comfortable earlier in his life...
Hell, John didn't even have the Elite to worry about. After everything went to shit, John disappeared... And nobody came looking. John pretended not to care that they hadn't come knocking yet after he'd buggered off... He pretended to keep his cool and play things calmly... But, deep down inside paranoia had found its roots. For a while, John ignored just about everything. He'd go on a bender here and there... But Charlie usually kept him in check. One drunken night, paranoia took hold and sure enough Charlie had had enough. Before John could say or do anything, Charlie had taken a knife to his collar bone and had begun to dig his tracking chip out. When he'd come to the next morning, John was pissed to say the least. When all things considered though, John was happy enough. It was one less thing to worry about.
As the young man settled into his day and his normal routine, he sipped his delicious rum coconut cool-ata and lowered his sun glasses over his eyes. He could hear the sound of the waves crashing back and forth not fifty feet ahead of him. It was tranquility at its finest and John couldn't have been happier in the moment... That is until Charlie crashing out of their cabana in a huff. She was storming around and was furious about something or other. John wasn't really sure what had crawled up her ass and died today, and he wasn't entirely sure that he wanted to find out. The middle-aged man ignored Charlie for the moment and sipped his drink as she continued to cause a ruckus. John continued to lay there with his eyes closed as he listened to the waves and tried his best to ignore the noisy intrusion that was sure to turn his day to crap. Without moving a muscle, John finally spoke up. "The hell's going on? Something crawl up your ass and die for a change?" Yeah, he'd probably live to regret that one... That was more than likely the rum talking, but hey... This was his parade that she was raining on... John knew that he was probably done relaxing now... He might as well try to enjoy whatever was left of it.