[i]Tap-tap-tap-tap.[/i]

Samuel Everglade's study was silent, but for the tapping of a pencil and quiet breathing. Staring at the copious amount of papers in front of him, Sam found his eyes listing lazily to his decanter. For such a small community, the amount of homework and assignments Samuel received in a week was ridiculous - and that didn't even include the extra credit stuff that the more troubled students were doing.

[i]Tap-tap-tap-tap.[/i]

[i]"God above, is this tedious."[/i] He thought to himself, still tapping his pencil on a particularly dull essay from one of his students. He could always leave it for tonight and go to the bar. With any luck, Aaron would be in there and they could indulge each other's company for a small while. It certainly beat sitting in his apartment with nothing tempting him but alcohol. He needed to conserve his personal stash, after all  - they didn't get any deliveries during the 30 days of night. For some reason, the truckers found the night-time too scary.

Glancing up as the familiar voice of the Mayor's assistant came through the intercom, Sam rolled his eyes upon hearing the giggles. Honestly. The girl was an airhead, and the mayor was a bastard for exploiting that. And now they were inviting everyone was tea. Wonderful.

[color=Teal]"Oh... bollocks it. At least I can drink some of that expensive whiskey he has."[/color] Samuel muttered to himself with a wry smile, stretching and running a hand through his blond hair before standing up.

[hr]

After having a quick shower, change, (and a short), Samuel was making his way to the elevator. He hadn't put much effort in - the Mayor wasn't worth it. Either way, with simple dark jeans, a grey t-shirt, and black jacket, he'd be looking good.

Well... better than Goodge anyway.