where: The White Wyvern
who: Daphne ( @forest-wolff )
The glass of whisky was half empty, and the ice was beginning to melt. It was cheap whisky, the kind that one would never drink unless they were truly desperate to get blackout drunk and focus on nothing more than the burn in their throat - rather than the quality of the actual alcohol.
René took another sip.
When he’d decided to leave the apartment for a night out (or, more accurately, to avoid sleep), he’d immediately found his feet leading him to the Wyvern. It wasn’t his favourite establishment, by any means, but it was the only one where he didn’t stick out. With his shoddy choice of clothing, and his poor posture, he looked just like any other patron who frequented the bar. It was fantastic.
He drained the rest of his whisky with a grimace. Slamming the empty glass down on the counter, he made a gesture in the bartender’s general direction.
“Another!” As he finally deigned to glance up, his gaze did not meet that of the regular bartender. Instead, it locked with a pair of startingly blue eyes. The eyes belonged to a face, a face that he did not recognise but that was beautiful nonetheless.
“I don’t know you.” he said, stupidly.