Drinks and Dwyrnøkks \ / @hypnoticallycaucasian
\ / Once again, Loki found himself in the midst of that terrible, vile creature that always pursued him this time of year. The horse that decided it would make the unwilling join the celebration. Loki thought he was prepared. He thought he was doing enough, but that damned creature showed itself as always, and now Loki was trapped in the tavern.
Loki disliked the overly sweet taste of the rum; however, it would be his only salvation on the way home. He even chose to sit along the bar this time around instead of the usual darkened corners he preferred. He ordered the drink. Then a second. And then a third. Anything that would make that horrendous beast go away.
Hours soon passed, and Loki remained in his seat. No one to speak to, and the life of the tavern was dying down around him as midnight approached. Another quiet, lonely night... that was, until someone foolishly decided to join the empty seat beside him.
❝ Badou. ❞ Loki acknowledged, neither joyful nor disgusted. In a rare instance, he was quite in a mellow mood. Perhaps it was from all of the drinks he had partaken in, but he was not in a mental state to push the arrival away. ❝ Your timing is quite poor; I was just beginning to make my exit. ❞ A half-hearted lie as Loki took a sip of the rum.
❝ Awfully late to be arriving at such a place. Though I suspect you were seeking... another's company. ❞ Loki's brows furrowed as he thought of who should be sitting here. The man who could never get enough of places like these, but that never solely came for the company of others.
❝ Please. Whatever you desire, you may add to my name. ❞ Loki gestured from Badou to the shelf of alcohol behind the tavern keep. ❝ A holiday treat, if you like. ❞