theo definitely wouldn’t have considered himself a social drinker. he much rather preferred drinking on his own at the end of a long day, something to warm his bones, something to lull his mind to sleep in a gentle haze. but he’d run out of his personal stash and frankly felt a little too lazy to be bothered with buying more. besides, he needed some excuse to get out of the house. one last hoorah before the semester began on monday. and so there he sat, partially baby sitting the whiskey in the glass before him as he eyed the blonde on the opposite side of the u-shaped bar. he squinted, unashamed with his own staring, at least until the femme looked at him. he coughed as he turned his head, knowing any effort to disguise his staring was futile. and so he made his way around the perimeter fo the bar and neared where she sat. “i’m... sorry. for staring, i just feel like you look so familiar and i really cannot place where i know you from. i promise this isn’t some lame pick up line either. you’re so familiar...” | @cigvrettedvet