his arms, heavy with fatigue, support his mildly inebriated stance against the wooden counter. he’s stuck in a stasis, lost amid his thoughts however, his stupor doesn’t last long. agenerous offer coming from this particular lad catches him somewhat off-guard. at first, he’s somewhat skeptical, yet after a moment’s thought, his doubt dissipates without a trace. he’ll shoot him a bemused smile before stepping just a tick closer, nudging the stranger with his elbow before accepting the offering wholeheartedly. ‘ cheers, ’ he leans over the bar, his lips to the glass and gone in an instant. the drink is all gone.
‘ next round’s on me. ’ he beckons the bartender with a flick of the wrist and nonchalantly orders two more. that’s john constantine for you. ‘ come here often, chief? ’
flabbergasted is a first, allured the second. this guy wasn’t like a mat, or a damien, or a joseph. this guy was of his own and oddly relatable. there was a vibe in his gut but he took no regard to it, probably being the alcohol. when two glasses are drifted on the polished counter, robert takes ahold and hands the newcomer his. there’s a still chilling moisture that coats the glass before he chugs it. aah, whiskey the only sweet of his preferences; bittersweet. the liquor kicks quick but he isn’t near his drink—limit. ❛ mmh, thanks. ❜ he sucks a breath in. ❛ y’up, live a couple blocks down. where you from ? i always ‘member a face. ❜