#beauxaxel

Where? The Loft

Axel was thankful that there was a bar around the corner from the office. On rough days, he liked to go there after work for a happy hour drink to decompress before going home. Walking in he frowned, thinking that everyone in the area had the same exact idea. With the bar nearly full, he sat down next to a dark haired man before ordering himself a glass of whiskey. Glancing, his brows furrowed. He knew this guy. "Beau... right?" Axel, although busy, had a knack for names. He never forgot them. And this guy next to him he recognized from work. "Seems like today is the day to get drinks." He said, not bothering to introduce himself. He assumed Beau would know who he was.