Levi looks at you from across the bar, thinking about how pretty you looked tonight. he took another shot and huffed. it's not like he had the most perfect of social skills, however when Levi Ackerman wanted something.
he made sure to get it.
rolling his eyes slightly he downs the last shot he has at the bar and stands. walking over to you and just sits next to you. no words, no nothing. he still isn't sure how to approach you, but he orders another shot of whisky as he calculates what to do.
all the while of what his inner mind was trying to swim in his thoughts, his facial expressions remained firm and expressionless. for all you knew, he wasn't thinking of anything.
~Levi
//i hope this is okay ^^''' and i also hope you having a wonderful day ;)//
The best way to unwind after a long day dealing with the upper echelon is to drink, at least that's what I decided a long time ago. Takes the edge off, at least. Washes out the bad taste.
This bar, in particular, is my favorite, mostly because those same snobby, stuffy rich nobles don't bother coming to a place like this. But also because it's a place frequented by far more interesting people.
People like Levi.
Levi, who would be recognizable from a mile away if you just paid attention. Who doesn't know of him? The great, strong, honorable Captain Levi of the Survey Corps? And, much to my surprise and delight, it's such a man who saunters over and plops himself down right beside me and orders a shot.
For what reason he's decided that I'M the one to sit beside is beyond me, but I'm not disappointed. He's handsome, a few inches taller than me, and well built. I glance over from the corner of my eye and he seems... angry isn't the right word, but the way he's staring into that empty shot glass tells me /something/ is going on in that pretty head.
I flag down the bartender, order him another shot on me, and take a sip of my wine.
