Wavy line thingies
The evening was young. And —despite this— sweet Rene had managed to already down too many shots to count, as the bartender had already taken several glasses away, and Jehan recalled there being laws against allowing patrons such ungodly amounts of liquor. The two of them had rough days, a part, but drinks together would lift gray spirits. Misery does love company.Jehan sipped his rum and coke, the only alcoholic mixture that didn’t leave his belly churning, and watched the dark liquid in his glass caress melting ice cubes.And Grantaire spoke but it went in one ear and out the other.Lost in his musings, of this and that, of the day, of how humid this bar was, of how he’d ended up in this situation, one that was more common than he’d like to admit.But, there was a hand on his thigh and it broke his concentration. ”—Shouldn’t you buy me a drink first?” Whether accident or not, it rolled off his tongue without a second thought.
