<div class="floatleft">(https://farm2.staticflickr.com/1595/26521827016_3e12fa62d2_z.jpg)</div>Name: Drake Groen<br/>Occupation: Art Collector / Impeccable Dresser / General Layabout<br/>Time: Morning - 1st day A.E.<br/>Location: Bed @ The Lair Gallery<br/>Tagging: Meg | Open...sort of.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The sun peeked its torturous rays through the tiny slit in Drake's blackout curtains.  He was never a morning person.  If he had his wish, he wouldn't rise from bed before noon and a proper coffee.  He slipped his limbs across the bed slowly beneath the vermilion satin sheets, his feet peeking out from the sides as his legs bent to reach the floor.  Upon finding his colorfully decorated legs on more stable ground, he leaned over to rub his face in his hands, a wide yawn crossing his hirsute chin.  Drake eventually found the will to push himself up from his comfortable resting place.  He took a quick shower in this intermezzo period where he almost mistook shaving gel for conditioner and promptly blamed the unholy hour of morning that it was.<br/><br/>Unbeknownst to him, many of the other town inhabitants had began to gather at that ghastly place called<em>Granny's</em>.  He liked to muse that it was named so because it and the woman who ran it were older than time, and Drake knew something of age himself.  He slipped into one of his many designer robes with a pair of black silk pants, a bold pattern adorning his body with a long fringe at the bottom (https://farm2.staticflickr.com/1483/25952983453_7ed8247fc6_z.jpg).<br/><br/>Drake found his way downstairs from his luxurious second floor apartment into his own gallery.  Various art pieces lined the walls and pedestals in the open space.  He'd picked them all out himself, saying that each one had a little bit of magic that spoke to him.  The sculptures were particularly his favorite.  They were mostly concrete pieces depicting people with expressions that conveyed a certain emotional state.  He would always look upon them and smile, feeling a bit of warmth born out of the amusement they brought him.<br/><br/>He arrived at the small bar tucked away in a corner of the gallery, finding his phone on the counter where he left it.  Drake flicked the screen to life and opened his texting app where he brought up Meg's previous conversation.  She was a cheeky woman, but Drake found something alluring about her unshakable and defiant attitude toward just about everything.<br/><br/><em>Coffee?  Pick me up a paper on your way in.</em><br/><br/>He slipped his phone back onto the counter and began to make what was, in fact, the best coffee in town no matter what those other heathens were drinking at Granny's.<br/>