“Are you going to leave any alcohol for the rest of us, big guy?” This guy was built like a fucking house and seemed to be on a mission to see how many shots of vodka it’d take to get him properly wasted. Lucian, two glasses of whiskey in and determined to have a bit of fun after sulking for weeks, had watched him for the last half hour between drinks and browsing Reddit. This guy could most definitely beat the shit out of him with little effort. This could be a very hit or miss conversation, but something about him looked good natured enough that he felt confident he wasn’t about to get completely curbstomped. Or maybe that was just the whiskey talking. Regardless, he’d sidled up next to him at the bar and waved down the bartender. “You need something a lot stronger than that.” @resiliencic
