a closed starter for @musebyanyothername based on the second point of this post.
between jobs and down on his luck, blake really needed something, anything, to get through the rest of the year. his friends seemed to think that if for some reason his love life improved then maybe his mood would and maybe they were right. tonight was the first night he’d made any sort of proper effort at all in his appearance and even if it was just a quiet few drinks in a bar with a stranger it was something out of his usual routine. while stood at the bar he was almost bouncing on his toes with anxious anticipation, bringing his beer up to his lips as his gaze flickered over towards the doorway every few seconds. it wasn’t until a familiar face appeared that he froze, all enthusiasm about the evening quickly draining from him. “... it’s you.”
















