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                  “A high school teacher. Are you part of a drama-club, too or is it just my head making up cliches now?”, he asked with a smirk tugging at his lips and… he really didn’t want to be here. There were other things to worry about, but if this was going to be the last night in freedom, he might as well make the best of it, right?

                               Screw a handsome guy, drink alcohol. Forget about Sam…

        “I’ve gotta say, I’ve only had bad experiences with artists so far. They…tend to be a little crazy. And, I guess that’s ALL there is to know about me. Connor Jones and I have a crazy life. I’d also love to see your tattoos.”

              “ Just your head. The drama teachers are a bit out of it and hard to deal with. ” He didn’t have much interest in that department either. Finishing the beer off, he called the bartender over and ordered another before turning in his seat to face Connor. A smirk came to his lips as he said he’d love to see the tattoos. His hands went to roll up his sleeves a bit more, revealing the birdcage along his left and the birds flying off along the right.

             “ The ones you’ve met probably weren’t the right kind of crazy you might like. ” Every artist had their quirks, Layne having his own in spades. “ If you want to see the other set, we might have to slip away somewhere more… private. ”