slowly he put the mic on the table in front of him. he hadn’t been bad at singing karaoke, and he picked up a glass of whiskey and downed it in one. he walked off the stage and almost ended up stumbling into someone, causing him to get knocked slightly into the corner of a table. “son of a bitch!” he winced, before turning to the other. “i am so sorry, the lights were blinding me as i got off the stage there, let me buy you a drink as an apology.”
“alright, i’ll have a screwdriver.” she told the man smiling. “not a drink a princess would usually drink but i need it.”









