@rhyv
leaving ollie alone in his art lesson was ---- probably one of the hardest things dmitri’s ever done, if he was being honest, but it was the first activity he’d left his son in that was strictly no parents allowed. he figured he’d have to start getting used to it; ollie was five now, and he was already attending school, and, sure, dmitri almost always looked forward to the afternoon activities he did with his son because it just meant more bonding time, but ---- he was growing up.
it was only two hours, after all.
which is how he found himself at the bar, looking for a distraction. spotting rhys behind the bar, he breathed a sigh of relief, glad to see it was a friendly face bartending this time around. “never thought i’d actually be happy to see your ugly mug,” dmitri joked, as he slid onto a bar stool. “i was afraid that mean one was bartendin’ again today. y’know, the one with the---” he made a lame gesture over his head, trying to mime a mullet. “haircut.”
