Snippet #1691597

Adronis finally finished up his song, but he sat still at the piano. His eyes were fixated on a sheet of music he has been working on. It was only half way finished though. He needed a muse or something that would get his creative flow moving again. It always came down to one thing. Nothing. Sighing he stood from the bench and strolled over to his dresser. Everything inside looked the same as everything in the closet. He shrugged his shoulders and grabbed a random outfit. Truth be told he hated dressing up for anything. To him it was completely pointless. After a nice quick shower, he emerged out of the bathroom wearing a white pair of skinny jeans, a black button shirt with a black and white tie, and of course his checkered belt. "This is the most I'm going to do." Adronis looked himself over in the mirror with a frown forming on his lips. He hated it. He turned his back and decided to just leave it. The stroll to Amberlyn's room was rather short.

"Are you dressed?" He knocked loudly on the door. He was way to impatient to wait for any sort of reply, so he slowly opened the door and walked in with his back turned. "You may not be fully dressed, but I'm just here to give you a warning. I will not be getting any more dressed up than this." he just remembered something though. Gloves. He always wore a pair of black gloves whenever a party or something was going on. He hated shaking hands with people, especially when he wasn't wearing any gloves. Luck for him he kept them in his pocket. Sliding them out, he put them on and had a light smile on his face. "Now I won't have to feel their dirty skin." Adronis spoke in a hushed tone. He knew Amberlyn hated when he would smoke around, but he didn't care. After lighting another cigarette, he turned around to face her only his eyes were closed. "So when is this thing supposed to start?"