for @ofmiscreants ↬ MILO & NINO .
he feels a little on the edge of heaven , much like the title of the club suggests , mind emptied until it’s replaced with nothing but pounding bass and the body heat of the people closest to him , hues glossy with intoxication . and yet the buzz is fading , an absolute crime to the male , feet dragging him toward the direction of the bar . lithe fingers tap on the shoulder of the person he first sees , shuffling into a spot next to them as inebriated vision struggles to focus in the dim lighting . ‘ hey ! can you buy me a drink ? i’d get it myself , but i’ve already spent like , two - thirds of my paycheck this week . ’ voice chipper as he speaks above the music , conversation comes to him so effortlessly even in the midst of a perceived stranger . ‘ you’d think they’d pay me more , y’know , i’m a model employee ! i do so much work for them ━━ ’ words catch in his throat once blurred eyesight reveals just who he’s talking to , smile that formed naturally across his features becoming tight , pained . ‘ oh . it’s you . ’ no assistance of liquid courage here , just the unadulterated bitterness he feels from being wronged . ‘ still hate me ? ’