Tristan Finch
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- Brittany
Tristan's head was spinning and no matter how hard he stared at the page of his text book he just could not commit the words to memory. A sigh could be heard as he leant back in his chair and clicked his pen on and off, on and off. Damn, Tristan was getting closer and closer to admitting that fluking his way through med school was not a happening thing, all that was keeping him from falling to the ground and begging for help was picturing the smug look that would be on his girlfriend's face if he did so. Slamming the book shut, the young man sat up straight and threw his pen down on the table. Med school was straight up Chuck Norris, he thought, tough as balls. And it wasn't the only thing grinding on Tristan's mind either, the very girlfriend who's smug face he'd just been picturing was doing her fair share of grinding him down too. Sure she was beautiful, in that classy kind of way that Tristan loved, but ever since they had defined their relationship as more than just friends he couldn't seem to become comfortable with it. They'd always just had fun together, that's what their relationship was based on. Lately of course they'd become closer, she'd met his long lost biological brother Izaak with him, but if he had to be honest with himself settling down didn't sit well with him, he felt as though he was missing out on something outside of their relationship. Grabbing a can of beer and sculling it down a wicked glint could be seen in Tristan's azure blue eyes. He crushed the newly emptied can in his hand and hopped out of the door of the apartment, without thinking about his practical exam the next morning, Tristan found his feet taking him around the corner to his local pub and straight through the door, where as always he left every trouble behind at.
It was deja-vu as he strode through the door of the pub, his best sex face on and his eyes already scanning the room for some tail, not a second thought given to his girlfriend as his pre-pub beer went straight to his head. Tristan was no intellectual but he regarded himself highly when it came to seeking out girls in pubs, and within a minute of arriving he had already noticed a lonely blonde sitting at the bar. Gentlemen do prefer blondes, he said to himself. If he'd even given the phrase a second thought he might have realised that the reason he had found himself attracted to the slender blonde was because she resembled his girlfriend, Ava, or the image of his big bro's wife Aly, who more deeply seemed to represent every thought of commitment to him. Ever since his brother's wedding Tristan had been plagued by this stupid thought that Ava was expecting him to be her groom and she is bride, and even though deep down he liked the idea he felt too young and scared to promise to be with somebody forever. But none of those thoughts crossed his mind, all he could think was that he was back in the game as he approached the bar and took the seat next to her. "So, you wanna go somewhere and get weird with each other?" he asked boldly, he always seemed to skip one or ten steps when it came to getting to know somebody, but he had always thought of it as part of his bold charm.
It was deja-vu as he strode through the door of the pub, his best sex face on and his eyes already scanning the room for some tail, not a second thought given to his girlfriend as his pre-pub beer went straight to his head. Tristan was no intellectual but he regarded himself highly when it came to seeking out girls in pubs, and within a minute of arriving he had already noticed a lonely blonde sitting at the bar. Gentlemen do prefer blondes, he said to himself. If he'd even given the phrase a second thought he might have realised that the reason he had found himself attracted to the slender blonde was because she resembled his girlfriend, Ava, or the image of his big bro's wife Aly, who more deeply seemed to represent every thought of commitment to him. Ever since his brother's wedding Tristan had been plagued by this stupid thought that Ava was expecting him to be her groom and she is bride, and even though deep down he liked the idea he felt too young and scared to promise to be with somebody forever. But none of those thoughts crossed his mind, all he could think was that he was back in the game as he approached the bar and took the seat next to her. "So, you wanna go somewhere and get weird with each other?" he asked boldly, he always seemed to skip one or ten steps when it came to getting to know somebody, but he had always thought of it as part of his bold charm.