You're my Double Jack

[text]: call or text me back please. i’m getting worried.

[text]: come round to mine and make me ;)

[text]: how drunk was i last night?

[text]: you were so wasted last night!

[text]: why do i have a stop sign in my living room?

[text]: i’m craving pizza… 

[text]: wanna grab lunch and a movie?

[text]: i can’t tonight, tomorrow?

[text]: that cutie is here again. should i talk to them? i won’t know if they like me unless i talk to them… 

[text]: i can literally feel my hair turning grey by the second… save me! PLEASE!

[text]: GUESS WHO HAS A DATE?!

[text]: batman or superman? you know, for science…

[text]: team cap or team iron man? our friendship rests on this…

[text]: any new book recommendations? 

[text]: me. you. a bottle of vodka. my place. now.

[text]: i really need a friend right now

[text]: i can’t believe what i just overheard in the bathroom…

[text]: for the last time, stop fucking texting me

[text]: i’m sorry, who is this?

[text]: fuck off!!

[text]: wanna be my plus one to my exes wedding? and pretend to be in love with me?

[text]: i just wanted to say, i love you and i forgive you

[text]: we need to talk.

[text]: what time you getting home?

[text]: word on the street is you got laid last night. i need all the deets!

[text]: pretty please? with sugar on top!

[text]: you love me really!

[text]: i have never in my life been this angry. i can’t believe this has happened!

[text]: sorry to miss your call, what’s up?

[text]: i got fired! I GOT FUCKING FIRED! :( 

[text]: my boss is giving me the eye…

[text]: pants are optional.

[text]: did you get the thing????

[text]: ??????

[text]: eww… the grossest thing ever just happened… 

[text]: shit shit shit

[text]: asshole, much?

[text]: don’t need to be a dick about it

[text]: wait, what?

Mark nods in response. He chooses not to reveal further as to why he’s being chased–at least, not now, when he knows nothing about the other yet. Well, the other looks kind and harmless, but it’s better to be safe than sorry. Idols need to be extra careful with the people they run into everyday. Who knows what this stranger has up in his sleeve? “Hey, I’m heading to work right now. It’s the little bar right up there.” Mark follows where the man is pointing at and listens as the man continues to briefly orient him about his workplace. The idea of being in a bar (and a little bit of booze) sounds inviting to him, which is why he finds himself agreeing too soon and walking up to where the said bar is. After all, it’s been a while since he got tipsy. This is a much needed break to loosen up his tensed nerves and he is not going to let it pass. Only a few , he convinces himself. Despite the chaos brought by that day, Mark finds himself chuckling when his acquaintance brought up being ‘underaged’. “It’s flattering that you had slightly doubted that I am of legal age. Don’t worry, I won’t get you in trouble if I down a drink or two.”

Being so close, before they even finished talking they had arrived to their destination. A door with a wooden texture and a small hall greets them, along with a place where customers as well as the workers can leave their jackets or other belongings they don’t need. A few steps further an open place with a podium where the instruments are peacefully sitting, waiting to be played, tables with barely a handful of customers, a bar with only one bartender and a couple of people at the bar; all of which greet Eddy cheerfully and whom he greets back with the same enthusiasm on his face and in his voice. Mostly wooden, in neutral earthy colors, a soft warm light glowing from the chandelier above as well as from the lamps on the walls. It’s a place where the bustling of Seoul and all the noise pollution cannot reach it. 

He leads his acquaintance to the bar, but closer to the podium, where he could have a full view of not only the performances which were about to take place there, but also of the entire pub, as well as good acoustics, not too disturbing and not too loud. After all, he had to give his acquaintance the best treatment. “Can you handle the taste of whiskey? The first drink is on me, afterwards you can drink whatever you want.”

 “Hey, I’m heading to work right now. It’s the little bar right up there.” He says as he point the direction up the small side street and to the sign dangling just above the door with each blow of the wind. “It’s a small place, but it’s cozy and no one will bother you at all. It’s always peaceful and tranquil so I’m sure that you’ll find it able to calm down. Not only from the scary thought of being chased, but also bring a bit of peace and calmness to your mind.” The sound of a bar might sound a little iffy for someone who wants calmness, sure. When you first think of a bar you think of loud people and drinking mostly. But that wasn’t the case here. “If you’re underage you can order coffee or hot chocolate or you can just not order anything and stay to enjoy the music. If you can drink I warmly recommend one glass of whiskey, no more than that. Or a glass of wine. You’ll see it does wonders.” 

The air was clearly showing signs of getting colder, autumn was approaching with large steps. He didn’t mind. After all it was the natural cycle of things. With hands in the pockets of his trench coat he was strolling along the streets to the place which in just an hour would open its doors for the people, changing the atmosphere completely.