#zarina c

[terencewright-blog1]

💙 (zarina)

💙 for a hug that won’t be remembered

It had been a spontaneous decision to start drinking. One spurred on by a bad day and a need to vent, so they had picked up Tink and found themselves a bar that didn’t look twice at some dodge ID’s. In retrospect, Terence knew he should have stopped drinking three drinks ago, but now he had started it seemed only right to carry on. Slurring his words, Terence turned to Zarina with a wide smile, putting his elbow on the table and leaning his head heavily on his hand. “‘s glad we’re friends,” he managed to get out, his eyes blinking slowly at her with a dopey smile. “Come ‘ere!” As far as Terence could remember (which wasn’t much given his current levels of intoxication) himself and Zarina had never hugged, and that seemed perfectly outrageous to him right now. So without waiting for her to stop him, he leaned forward, awkwardly wrapping his arms around her still sitting form, patting her back gently. “’riends.”

[terencewright-blog1]

@quarterformercy

Terence had been stood at the bar for approximately too long for this liking and was getting bored of waiting for his drink. He had brought out his fake ID for the sole purpose of being able to get something for himself and his date, but the bartender had barely even looked at his photo before taking his order and going off to make it, along with at least seven other orders along the way. Turning around Terence leant his back against the bar top and survey the room until his eyes caught on someone he recognised stood off to the side, turning back to the bartender he caught the guys attention and held up two fingers to let him know he wanted a second drink. After only a few more annoying minutes his drinks were in front of him and Terence was weaving his way through people to stand in front of Zarina, raising an eyebrow at her and holding out a drink, “You look like you could do with this.”