+ rasmus sten edvin karlsson
The bar was, more or less, a whole in the wall. That was one of the reasons why Rosario was so drawn to it. Small. Quiet. People kept to themselves. "... What are you drinking?"
The soldier nodded toward the other man's glass, unable to keep himself from asking about it. It smelt incredibly strong and he couldn't help but be curious. After all, Rosario was always up for more alcohol, even if he was a purist at heart. Shots weren't enough nowadays, especially with all the work Monsoon had him doing.








