CITY / 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑺

"this is . . ." fjord cleared his throat, trying to muscle through whatever foul combination of flavored liquors he ordered. you'll have to forgive him, he was compelled to drown a sorrow or two at the nearest bar- clearly this was a TERRIBLE idea. with his memories as muddled as this damn drink, all he could think about was distracting himself. just his luck that this distraction tasted like perfume. "this is awful. my fault, completely, not the bartender's. I shouldn't have strayed to the lavender and rose cocktails, they just sounded so . . . yeah, I don't know."