May 29, 2019
@mtsmll -- LIKED.
He looks like a smug, abandoned stray cat when he walks into the bar with his hair damp and his clothes slicked to his thin frame, the storm outside that roiled in without warning making him tremble foolishly. He sits beside Dave at the bar and holds the back of his wrist parallel to his own face, and then licks it--like a cat, again.
“Sake,” he orders, and then looks at Dave with a squint, “What’s your guilty pleasure?”