A perfect day… Not even sure if there is such a thing. But if there was… for me there would have to be a few things involved. Or maybe more than a few things but here’s the run down on it.

One… Manticore wouldn’t be tracking my ass down. They’d just leave me and my family the hell alone. Giving us absolutely nothing to worry about.

Two… Rachel… she’d still be alive. Though maybe that’s too much to ask for. I’m not too entirely sure yet. But she’d be there. My beautiful Rachel.

Three… A nice bottle of scotch. A man can’t go wrong there. If he can then… well, I don’t know what to tell you.

And lastly… there would be this… a piano. Something I could sit and play for hours on end. One of the good things Manticore taught me. A thing that I love to do.

So you want my perfect day… there it is. No sign of Manticore, Rachel, a bottle of scotch and a piano. Those things would be part of my perfect day. But if I can’t have those things then I’d handle spending time with my friends and hang out at Crash. Or hell… even have fun with the underground cage fighting.

Or maybe I’m just not designed for anything perfect.


Muse: Alec McDowell
Fandom: Dark Angel
Words: 219