@frczenbrain
sebastian’s at the bar, once again, it’s hotel california for him honestly. he thrives when he’s around other people, even if he’s not with other people. he’s drinking shots like they’re water, and for him? it practically is. plenty of the people around him have tapped out by now, too drunk to even move, but sebastian’s been here for hours now, his high alcohol tolerance setting in. the only hints that show he’s been drinking this long is the red in his eyes, the sway of his arm as he picks up the shot glass once, twice, thrice in succession. when someone next to him on his left completely flops over, sebastian resists the urge to roll his eyes. instead, he turns to the male next to him, “everyone here is weak as fuck.”
he scans the other for a minute longer, raising an eyebrow, quipping up, “so, i know i’m not nearly drunk enough to hallucinate the ghosts of people i wish never talked to me. but i’m really hoping you’re not the guy who was talking about whipping off & going down with dinosaurs like this is jurassic park because i really don’t feel like having a change of opinion.”
