@ratkiing
he needed a fucking drink. and while there was plenty of beer back at his apartment, he didn't want to go back there yet. waiting at home for him was absolutely fucking nothing. a freezer meal, some beer, a shitty tv show he could fall asleep to. that was, if he could even fall asleep. then, he'd wake up the next morning, figure out which jeans to sell, and continue on with the fucking routine. he didn't really want to deal with that, yet.
so he decides to stop at a pub. he hadn't really taken the name, and he honestly didn't care. just knows that he passes it to work every day, and when he walks in, there's relief to see the place is fairly quiet. friday nights, (at least he thinks it's friday), these kinds of places are usually packed. maybe not a great sign for the bar, but a great sign for him.
(no one to fucking recognize him. he's already gotten tired of that shit.)
he sits down at the bar, and before the bartender even looks at him, just says, "i'll take whatever the cheapest beer is." he can't find it in himself to be picky.










