The Good Comes from the Alcohol {@aheartofblastia}
Raven frowned a bit at the less than happy reaction, but quickly pulled up his old smile. The comfortable mood of a moment ago had thickened into something a bit more tense now, though he thought it was strange that it had done so.Â
Perhaps this bartender was a bit more perceptive than heâd thought. Had he realized that he, Raven, wasnât a typical stupid drunk and lost interest? Interesting.
"Oooh am I being brushed of now?" he said, gently teasing. "And here Iâd promised you returned business." He gave an over-dramatic, wistful sigh. "Ah Câest la vie." He shook his head with a playful, smiling âtut tutâ.
"Oh, little old me? Brushing you off? No way!!! I like all my customers very, very much." Alvin grinned from behind his counter. "I just thought you'd want your peace and quiet, you know? Old men like their solitude, anyway."Â
This guy was pretty interesting, but there was no way Alvin would throw away his own mask. If anything, this man only made him more curious of his background, and maybe a little more cautious of his possible monetary gain.















