{ @minxygi }
It was a harsh winter night when Samuel decided to walk into the bar, everything was covered in snow and all that was left in the barren street were foot prints and tire marks. All Sam wanted to do at this point was get some whiskey to warm himself up, but what he wasn’t expecting was to catch sight of the well known ghoul. Well, well known in his neck of the woods.
With pursed lips, he sat a few stools down from him and ordered what he wanted, mumbling a thank you when he got his whiskey. He turned his head just enough to glance at the other as he took a sip of his drink, brows raising slightly. “Hm, short motherfucker.” He mumbled more to himself than anything and couldn’t care less if the other heard him. Though, he would be pretty happy if it did reach the ghouls ears. Maybe it would make things in the boring bar a little more interesting.
