WITH: sebastian @pclarcld. WHERE: the lamb and flag. WHEN: 8:35 pm.
lager fresh from the tap, poured fucking beautifully by harcroft himself — still foamy, spilling over the sides of the pint and it looks gorgeous. he's moving away from the bar and back to his table, not really paying attention, turns on his feet only to run into someone. knocked off balance, beer spills across his shoes, and their shoes. “ shit, ” the curse clipped, looking down at the devastation, not enough to cause a puddle but the head of his beer is properly ruined. he looks up, sees who it is he ran into, “ oh, ” frowning, “ is this the part where you buy me a new drink ? ”