Tequila rose
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“Shot of tequila please.”
The music is faint, at a much lowered volume than expected, making it easier for people to actually talk to one another without the annoyance of continuous yelling. There’s a soft guitar riff coming from the speakers that Jinwoo finds himself humming along too. The crowd is manageable, enough people to keep the bar alive but not enough to scare Jinwoo away in fear of someone becoming too handsy.
He keeps his jacket on anyways, just in case.
He’s alone at the bar, others off playing pool or at tables with their group of friends, some even tearing it up on the dance floor, but he doesn’t mind, content on drinking and making light conversation with the bartender. It’s an old habit, befriending the bartender. Something the empath has done for a while now. The sooner he becomes a favoured customer, the easier it is for Jinwoo to simply drink in peace.
The liquid burns as it goes down, relief washing over him when it does, reminding him of the reasons, the purpose for drinking; because it’s freeing. He doesn’t have a horrid past or even some current lingerng trauma that could lead him to drink, he genuinely enjoys it. He likes being able to slightly come out of his shell, alcohol loosening his tongue, his awkwardness still present but at least a little more bearable. Conversation with others flow more naturally, it makes him feel normal.
He waves the bartender over, “Three more shots, please.”
