[i]Taurus Altobelli, The Warren
Interactions: [b]Grace Elafi[/b][/i]

Taurus’ class had positively [i]dragged[/i] this morning, and he was grateful for the respite that coming to work had afforded him. He liked the professor, he really did, and he loved the subject with most every fibre of his being. The professor was knowledgable, if slightly biased about the books he assigned them, and always willing to help but his [i]voice[/i]. 

Well, Taurus would much rather listen to paint dry. 

He ducked through the doorway that led from the back of the bar to the front, feeling the tip of one of his horns knock against the doorframe and sending a slight shock through his head. The feeling was similar to hitting your elbow on a particularly unforgiving table corner, and it took a few seconds of shaking his shaggy head to clear. He took out the tie holding his hair back as he walked, eyesight briefly obscured but quickly restored as he pulled his hair back into a messy bun and leaned against the bar, just off to the side from the other patrons. 

Thankfully, due to the part-time nature of the job, he only worked short shifts and by the time The Warren had started to pick up in activity, his shift was coming to an end. He’d done his fair share of evening rush shifts, but he wasn’t in any hurry to have a repeat of that one. His hooves had been aching for days afterwards. 

[color=DeepSkyBlue]”I’m clocked out, Theodore. Watch yourself on the stout tap, it’s leaking, yet again.”[/color] He huffed slightly, gesturing to the stain on the thigh of his otherwise pristine dark charcoal chinos. [color=DeepSkyBlue]”I’m working tomorrow evening but then I’m free for this week. Feel free to call if you need me though, could always do with extra rent money.”[/color] He chuckled, reaching over to snag his drink from where he’d left it behind the bar and moving to settle into one of the barstools, ear flicking as he heard a familiar voice. 

[color=DeepSkyBlue]”Good afternoon, Miss Grace.”[/color] Taurus rumbled with a bright smile over the rim of his glass. He recognised her from the track team. Their practices often clashed in the evenings, though he couldn’t recall ever having a proper conversation with her. [color=DeepSkyBlue]”Didn’t expect to see you here so early in the day, the match highlights from yesterday don’t start until five.”[/color] He smiled, gesturing up to the dark screen of the tv. [color=DeepSkyBlue]”I trust you’ve had a pleasant day?”[/color]

He’d usually be on his way home by now, but judging from the vague texts and the rush of people in a couple of the group chats he’d been a part of, there would be a small gathering at the bar tonight. It would be nice to see some familiar faces and meet some new people. He was in his second year of study already but didn’t much socialise with people from outside his course or his dorm. That had to change if he planned on staying in New York after university ended. His parents and brother were already in conversation about moving back to England and Taurus found himself quite unwilling to follow them back.