@semperinfernales | continued from here (x)
In the same bar, Wrath drinks a bottle of whiskey. It takes longer for the alcohol on Earth to really affect him, so he swaps out the contents of the bottle he’s holding with a brew from Hell—a much stronger drink. He notices as a man at the other end of the bar counter just radiates pure frustration. Pure wrath. He smirks and gets up from his stool. He walks over and slides into the seat next to the angry stranger.
“You look like you wanna fight or something,” he says. He takes a swig of his drink. “I admire that in a guy.”
When Wrath sat next to him, Kyle glanced over to his new, uninvited companion, his brooding expression failing to shift. This guy ... Kyle couldn’t tell if it was because he was smashed or what, but something about him seemed ... off.
Kyle gave Wrath an unimpressed look before grunting and looking away again, taking another drink from his beer.
‘Not in the mood for company,’ Kyle murmured dismissively, his accent thick from intoxication. Something about this man made Kyle feel even more angry than before--his presence irritated him. His fingers twitched restlessly while he held his beer glass.