Snippet #838137

Simon was in a bad mood already. He had to work tomorrow, and Timothy would be angry if he did not come home in time to feed him. For a tiny orange cat, Timothy was dangerous. He grasped around in his bag for his cell phone for a moment. It was a disposable one that had to have minute cards added to it. He wished briefly that he had a smart phone so he could use the GPS. Sighing, he realized there was no point anyways. He had left his phone at home. A breeze brushed past him, and he zipped up his jacket to compensate.

Holding his bag close, he began to walk. There was no way he wanted to be on the street after dark. He had no problem with vampires, but he also had no desire to become a blood donor today. He did not let his mind ponder the other things that lurked in the night. There was no use becoming any more paranoid than he already was. Maybe if he just kept walking, he would stumble upon someone - or something - that could give him directions.

He saw the sign pretty soon after that. He guessed it was a bar, judging from the name - "Merlin's Beard." He looked around the still empty street, and made a run for it. It must have just opened, he thought, there's no one here yet. Shrugging off the nervous feeling that always accompanied him, he opened the door. He glanced around the room and at the bartender, who was doing something behind the counter.

He watched the bartender work for a second before saying, "Hello? I was hoping to get directions back to Main Street."