#antoni01

he needed a moment away from his bar, the constant chatter was getting to him. in fact the day after the party, the bar didn’t open. he’d hung a sign saying they needed time to relax before opening for the weekend. he wouldn’t lose all that much money and his employees deserved too. today all oly had done was spend it in soleil’s arms and finally decided to pay a visit to an old friend. soleil was busy seeing someone else, painting or something, oly told him he’d be home for dinner but first he had to pay his friends a visit and make sure they were fine. one long, traffic filled car ride later he was outside of the tattoo parlour, finding parking as he made his way inside. instantly he was calmer, seeing the artwork on the walls and the smells-- he didn’t know what smells but it smelled familiar. ‘antoni? where are ya’? you okay? i can’t believe you opened today, after the whole debacle with the golightly party...’ he turned a corner, getting distracted by something on the wall before finally smiling towards his friend.