𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐞 — (𝟐/𝟓) !
it was a busy night it seemed, bodies and bottles between tables and yet, he felt more alone than usual. even when buried in beats and bourbon, too much plagued his mind. the loss of the only parent who'd ever shown him warmth, the finalization of his divorce, the complete shift in the trajectory of his life. he was no longer throne-bound, no longer a competitor in what should've been his, family legacy aside. he'd worked for it, had sacrificed for it. and for what?
"it's open," he called out, head dipping toward the open space opposite of him. he wasn't the most inviting person in the room, but a part of him craved the shared space of another, even if he didn't know what to do with it. "bottle is too," he added, like the expensive label he nodded toward was an invitation if they chose to accept.
