— Honey Whiskey
( — @247dongsoo )
For him, a firm line divided getting trashed at home and drinking among crowds of people. The apartment was becoming his personal bar, where he didn’t need to worry about meeting someone he didn’t wish to encounter, and most of all, he could drink with no restrictions hanging above his head. One drink too much could paint this benefit as a damaging curse. It wasn’t the dramatic-sounding dark night of the soul that dragged him out of his condo and led him to the bar. He would say it was rather the hurtful lack of company that made him end up here.
With his eyes stuck on the bottom of the glass, in which was a sip or two left, he soon held it up to his mouth and a single gulp was enough to utterly drain it. Lazily looking over the bartender’s face, he knew they both must’ve lost count of those refills he had drained in one sitting. Not like it bothered him much, though. Giving a faint nod, it took a short while for his cup to be full again. Propping himself on his elbow, the corner of his eye suddenly caught a silhouette appearing beside him. Curiosity made his heavy head sharply turn towards the newcomer. As a wordless greeting he offered a radiant grin that widened even more once he recognized the man. Dongsoo. Good.
He put his hands down on the counter and started to tap his fingers against the clean surface, completely not in the rhythm of whatever song was currently playing. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” His brow arched. “I wouldn’t have expected to see you here. Well, maybe I would’ve...” Jiyong emitted a hoarse chortle. “It’s not important. How’s life, pal?”