( closed starter requested by @lostothers. )
it was rather uncharacteristic for the boy to drown his troubles with liquor but somehow christopher had still somehow found himself stumbling into the bar. all he needed was a temporary escape, something to distract him from the transgressions he was forced to deal with. this definitely wasn’t how he had expected things to play out, but then again things rarely ever went according to plan. it was one of the many disappointments that he was forced to come to terms with over the years, but was still having trouble grasping. he shifted himself slightly in the barstool he was seated in, his blank stare cast down at the glass of bourbon in front of him. it was much stronger than whatever he was served at home, the occasional wine during a celebration. even though it was a smaller amount, he was already feeling a comfortable buzz halfway through. all he wanted was to feel numb. he turned his attention toward the individual seated beside him, looking the male over with keen interest. “you don’t look like someone who would choose to frequent a place like this.” he noted as he stared up at the other through his lashes. “then again, who am i to speak on that? this is definitely not my scene either.” he chuckled softly before lifting the glass back up to his lips and taking a quick swig. “but misery loves company, am i right? bottoms up.” he lifted his glass as if to toast the other. “it tastes bloody awful but it’s better than nothing.”
