I just came up with this plot so I now it might be a little rough. Just tell me what you think, be honest but not rude.
The sun was falling out of the orange sky into the blood red sea. Water danced and mirrored the sun, blinding anyone who looked straight at it. Sweat trickled down Dylan’s face and spine, moving boxes into his new dorm was hard work. College officially starts in a week but now is the time to move in and start a new life.
“Is that the last box?” Mark, Dylan’s roommate, pointed to the cardboard box labeled “books”.
“Yes, I believe so.” Dylan replied as he took his box into the building.
“Of course you leave me the heaviest box.” Mark muttered under his breathe. He bent down to pick up the box and took it inside with a lot of huffing and puffing.
Mark dropped the box in front of the dorm’s doorway and kicked it into the room, next to all the other stuff. He then flopped down on a bean bag chair and moaned like he was dying.
“If you were going to act like a big baby I would have brought that damn box in myself.” Dylan said as he stepped away from the only window in the dorm. He put his hands on his hips and tried to picture were they were going to put all their crap.
“Man, I think we brought too much sh*t.” Mark stated, looking around the room but not making a move to get up.
“You can say that again…… Well, we can either unpack now and eat later or eat now and unpack later. Which sounds better to you?”
“Dinner, no doubt. My stomach is going to turn on itself any second.” Mark said and jumped up from the red bean bag chair. He laced his fingers over his stomach and leaned forward acting like he hadn’t eaten in days.
“Ok, stop the dramatics and you’re buying.” Dylan walked out and Mark followed with a smirk on his face, he loves getting under people’s skin.
Blue Moon Bar and Grill was packed. New and old students bleed together, creating a mess of bodies. Laughter hovered in the air, music from the speakers overhead were whispers in the wind compared to the chatter.
During the chaos and the push into the glass doors Dylan and Mark separated. Dylan got on his tip-toes glancing over each head determined to find his friend, but Mark was one in many that had short brown hair. Mark became the needle in the titanic sized hay stack.
“Over here! Dylan, over here man!” Mark shouted using his hands to project his voice through the noise surrounding them.
Dylan spotted him at the bar; he was sitting on one stool and had a lean tanned leg on the stool to his right. Mark was waving his arms around high above his head with such speed. He could have landed a plane in the middle of the bar with those moves.
Dylan dove into the crowd, he was pushed, stepped on, and yelled at but he made it to the bar. “I need a drink, now,” was all he said when he sat down.
Mark nodded his head and shouted to the bar tender, “two shots over here!” Moments later two shot glasses slide down the bar to them. The amber liquid was topped with white foam. They clicked their glasses together yelling, “Freedom!” at the same time. The whiskey was bitter and warm but it hit the spot.
Dylan relaxed a little after his second shot. Letting the liquor take over his body. He scanned the many faces in the bar trying to see if he knew anyone. All the faces were strangers; everyone was laughing, yelling, kissing, or texting. He rescanned the room and his eyes locked on one person. He didn’t know her but he wanted to.