#credan

“How funny. I don’t ever recall having an interview scheduled...”

“...because I’d never accept in the first place.”

Eridan shifted in his seat at a bar, having run away from his small little apartment for a bit. Pandora was going crazy with her weird fashionista things, and he was certainly not wearing a dress again. Even if Talon did like it.

Let's not think about Talon tonight. Five minutes until your soul mate...

He shook his head and sighed. His soul mate would be in a bar. Maybe it'll be a guy? He could only hope. Being Eridan meant being so confused yet... always wanting the D. 

Using the next five minutes to down his vodka and order another one, continuing in that pattern, Eridan ended up outside of the bar by the time his wrist ticked one minute. 

Still sober and only having the slight taste of alcohol in his mouth, Eridan popped a mint flavored piece of gum into his mouth to get the taste out. Walking home, he glanced at his wrist again.