i just need a damn drink
Kai didn’t drink often. But it might surprise some people to know that when they did drink, they went hard. That’s because it was normally a build-up of stress, anxiety, deadlines, and being overworked that drew them to the Hair of the Dog after the sun had set Friday night after a long week of nothing but work and study.
They pushed open the pub door in only tight black jeans and a dark tank top, other than their favorite raincoat that they’d worn in protection from the light warm rain that night. It had been a hot day, and the night air was still balmy. It was a relief to enter the dry pub and throw off the dripping coat.
They plopped down heavily in an empty bar stool, next to a person they didn’t think they’d ever met before. But what else was new. Kai always seemed to be running into strangers these days.
Before ordering anything from the bartender, they took a moment to glance around the pub, which was pretty deserted for a Friday night. The lights were low and red. Ah. Kai knew what they wanted to drink.
