#junpei01

"Thirty.... ugh." He sighs, shakes his head, and flops his head back on the ground. Just his luck that this guy(?) had been watching.

“Yyyyuuup! Thirty whole minutes.” Bendy snickers, exaggerating his movements and pops up right behind the boy, placing his hands on his shoulders. 

“...What?”

Maybe the other had just been spacing out and happened to be looking in Mike’s direction - but by no means did it mean that Mike didn’t feel uncomfortable with it. Once they’ve made eye contact with eachother, Mike raises his brow curiously, clearing his throat as he tries to shake off the feeling of discomfort.

“Figaroooo!” 

One minute, the cat had been nestling up in her arms purring and cuddling up to her, and the next, a loud noise comes out of nowhere and startles him, making him run away in a frenzy. Minnie barely had the time to properly react--barely had the time to try and grab the cat who fled from her arms and found herself chasing after her pet as quickly as she could. 

Bars are loud, liquor is overpriced, and she’s embarrassingly bad at holding her liquor. An ideal setting for consuming alcohol was by herself with some Greek dub of Star Trek as white noise while she polishes off half a bottle of cheap pink moscato. 

But it’s one of those days-- the really exhausting kind. The kind of day that makes parents come home and tell their children how lucky they are to have their youth, with that sort of paternal contempt that made you resent your mom and dad a little.

As if they’d just tried to steal something special from you.

So when he asks to grab a drink after work, she says yes ( “sure why not” ) but with a tone you’d expect someone to say no with.

The bar is packed, as she’d expected of anywhere on this side of the island after five.

It’s a weird mix-- college kids and middle aged folk. The two of them are smack dab in the middle of the spectrum, young enough to be envied and mature (looking) enough to be respected. The prime of their lives, right?

A group of rowdy, clearly American, college kids sit down next to them at the counter, and Phi spares the guy in the PI KAPPA ALPHA sweatshirt a withering frown, distracted only when the bartender sets down her drink.

A frozen cocktail, mostly khalua and chocolate. 

“I hate college kids.” Down on his side a group of balding salary men hopelessly nurse beers. “But old people are kinda’ sad too. What’s this place’s demographic anyway?”

With two plates filled so much it was tough to see the plates themselves (Stahl looked as if he just ordered foor for a whole family), he settled down next to a young man, who kept staring at his burger as if awaiting a sudden insight the longer he stared at it. Maybe glaring at his food made it tastier, who knew. Not noticing Stahl next to him due his trance, he eventually said "I decided that becoming a vegetarian was a missed steak". Quietly, the man laughed to himself, obviously proud of the punmade. Stahl, too, couldn't help but chuckle.