Alistair watched as the glass went over his head, trying to get out of its way, but to no avail and before he knew it the liquid within had been emptied onto his head. The male could feel it starting to drip down his forehead and down the back of his shirt. The anger on his face only growing, his left hand rising to wipe away the liquid from his face. But before he was able to say anything more, or even return the gesture she was walking out of the door.<br/><br/>"Fuck." He sounded under his breath, the woman he was speaking to had gone, mixed with his current appearance and anger shown he would not be getting lucky. Ignoring the bartender's words turning his back and started the walk back to his home, through the dark dangerous streets of new york city.<br/><br/>------------------------------------<br/><br/>It has been around a month since that night 'The Ear Inn' Alistair being glad he had not spoken to or seen that woman since, not that had been back to that pub, or even trying to see her once again.<br/><br/>After having been approached by a local community college he was to attend the art class today. The role which he would be taking is yet to be known, however, based on the letter he was to be sort of a teaching assistant going to each other students, giving tips and advice or criticising the work, knowing himself it would most likely be criticising the work.<br/><br/>Not taking long to get ready before leaving his home and making his way to the course venue. Arriving at the arranged time, as otherwise, he would be forgoing some of his commision. Taking his seat at the top corner of the room.<br/><br/>"Thank you for coming today Alistair, our class had been looking at some of your work over the last few weeks, mainly working with your paintings on living beings. And we wanted to get your thoughts on the work they do. So we have arranged for a model to attend." She says before stopping to take a sip of water. "Maybe you could paint her also and then compare their work to your own?" Her voice hesitant since this was not somthing that was asked of him before now.<br/><br/>Alistair nodded along before slightly cringing at the idea due to his lack of inspiration at the moment. "Ummm Okay. but if I am not happy with my work it will not be shown to the rest of the class. That is a demand if you want me to do this." The teacher quickly agreeing to his terms before going off to set up the room.