He couldnāt help but give off a laugh at the other maleās words. The man was witty and the brunet found himself fond of it. A smile curled at his plump lips, Aurel let their glasses clink in celebration for their drunken night. With good company and a hearty round of drinks at hand, not even the looming threat of a disastrous hangover could deflate the brunetās spirits.
āLetās just make sure to drink a couple of glasses of water later.ā He noted, pressing the rim of his amber-filled glass to his bottom lip,Ā āWe can be the greatest of friends, Haneul, as long as we manage to remember everything that happens tonight.ā Another chuckle vibrated through him before he took another swig of his drink. In reality, it had been some time since he last had a drinking partner and, inevitably, the mortician was excited.
Then, with their previous talk of corpsesĀ surfacing in his mind and in combination of his slight self-consciousness towards his smell, Aurel quickly put his glass down and gave a quick sniff towards the hem of his sleeve.Ā āSpeaking of, I donāt smell like death, do I? Iām very strict on hygiene but I always smell like I just came back from the crematory! I donāt want you to sniff me, but Iām a tad bit nervous that I will scare you away.ā Thankfully, given to he could gather from Haneul despite his state of mind, the other male appeared to be laid-back. It made Aurel curious and inevitably he found himself somewhat interested in getting to know the other. Currently, all he knew was that Haneul had a tendency to pick fights with boorish bouncers but, even to that, he hadnāt the faintest clue as to why.
Ā Ā Haneul was glad that, despite his drunken state, he could still read and follow the situation pretty well. And, what the situation was telling him was that he should have made sure he had some sort of app on his phone so that he'd have a ride home after. Although, the longer he thought about it, the more he realized that he'd stumbled back to Rapacious in a state of complete intoxication more than once. The thought was not a nice one. Not when it came to Haneul's mind what would be waiting for him once he did return to the club. Damn the owner and his tall stature.Ā
Ā Ā "Oh, water's for looosers." His tone was taking on just a slight slur now, mouth not completely cooperating with his brain. "You gotta just go for it. Take as many drinks as you can and make as many mistakes as possible. I mean, that's what friends do, right? They get totally wrecked and hold each other's heads when someone pukes on the sidewalk, huh?" Haneul grins over at Aurel, a distinctly clown-like appearance taking over his features as he props an elbow up on the bar.Ā
Ā Ā His brows furrow, eyes narrowed at the question and he has to physically lean back to stop himself from doing exactly that. "Well, all I can really smell as this point is sweat and booze, so even a morgue would be better. Trust me." The human shrugs, nonchalant. "But, what does bring you here? I mean, everyone has a story, right? You drowning your sorrows?"
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