( @taeilyj )
TWENTY past eleven and despite the three beers, Daxton’s mind was still as clear as crystal (or well, he was slightly tipsy but in full control of his actions). He’d hoped for this solo outing to serve as a distraction from all the monotony in his life. There were times when his mind slipped into his overdrive mode, popping what-ifs and maybes with where he could’ve been or done if he’d conformed to his family’s expectations and this was one such evening. He didn’t really need company per say, just some alcohol and food (plus a considerably lighter wallet) to wash away these sudden wave of emotions.
So having to bump into a familiar face wasn’t something he’d hoped for but it did dawn upon him that the older worked here and his own choice of a self hangout spot was probably in futile. It was too late to back away now, he’d made eye contact after all and forced to acknowledge Taeil with a slight nod of his head and a faint smile before throwing back the contents of his bottle in his throat and he straightens his spine. He knew the older to be far more outgoing than himself and perhaps his own need to get buzzed before having to head back was greater than wanting to avoid conversations. “Hey, you a’ight?” He mutters, hearing his own voice crack from the lack of use and as the aftermath of the coldness of his beer.
