Location: all fours It’s a Friday, it’s late, they’re close to closing time and as per usual, closing time and normally he wouldn’t care all that much. There’s always those few regulars, a few stragglers that are just hanging around waiting for cabs or their friend to get out of the bathroom, it just happens. The difference is that it’s Friday and Val got in maybe an hour ago, had perched himself at the end of the bar and they hadn’t even really gotten to talk. Anton had given him his usual and then had been promptly called back to the other end of the bar and it’d been that kind of back and forth all evening. But there was that look, the one that suggested they should get out of there as quickly as possible and he’s patient because he’s gotta be. And yet. “You want to get out of here or you want to wait?” It’s too casual a question as he wipes down the bar a couple inches from Val’s seat, gaze flickering to him over his shoulder. “Shouldn’t take too much longer.” @ouchval