closed for: @cricketcampbell
where: skylark rooftop bar
Being sat at a rooftop bar drinking by himself felt embarrassing enough in itself as Ravi indulged in exactly that, drowning his sorrows in something strong and overpriced after he told the bartender that as long as it was a double, go ahead and surprise him.
That sensation only deepened when he spotted a familiar brunette who he guessed was either there with her husband who he assumed hated him on principle of the fact Cricket did or her best friend who he knew hated him for entirely his own doing.
Like the mature almost twenty-nine year old that he was, he chooses to do the opposite of face that head on and instead he slumps his body down on the couch style seat he was taking up and gradually moved a pillow up over his face to try and conceal his identity behind it.
