time: 20:50 location: starlight tavern status: closed for @marissa-reyes
For Joel, each day melded into one with equal colour. The tavern housed surplus bodies of which sought to welcome in the weekend with a stiff drink, yet such a celebration surely went amiss for the man in question. His Saturday was no different than a common Tuesday; a consequential habit formed from both unemployment and addiction. He’d suppose the latter was what truly morphed them into one. Even still, patterns could often be broken. A sentiment now alive at the foot of his new company - replacing the monotonous rhythm of fleeting friendships with inebriated strangers. “Just to clarify,” his hand encircles a half-empty tumbler as he speaks, a languid gaze alternating between the bartender and the brunette. “You’re off the clock ‘ere, right? Not gonna tell me I should stick to water like my own mother?”