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his brother had taken elliot to the pint for his 21st birthday and since then it had become one of his favourite bars– well this one and the one that his father owned. father. still weird to think of jameson as his father but that’s what the man was. he didn’t drink so of course the food was what he came for, sliding up to the bar and smiling when he heard the voice. “oh. thank you. it’s just a cola but thank you.”

the pint was a bar that was lowkey yet filled with people from all over. it seemed like a place you’d go to play pool or even catch a fight whenever they aired them on weekends. the man beside her didn’t seem to fit the vibe of the place, which was even more noticeable when he ordered a soda instead of anything with alcohol. “do you always go to bars to drink soda or is tonight special?”

Usually it was Lavrentii who was picking up tabs when he was picking up patrons at the bar, and the offer took him by surprise. What was suddenly more troubling, though, was the fact that he didn’t recognize the woman at all. He had ditched his usual hangouts, and the overall frequency of bars, for those closer to home. There was a weariness surrounding the potential growth of his reputation and he figured it was smarter to hang around those he was familiar with. Now, Lav was starting to remember why he was so hesitant against that idea.

“Very nice, but I have better idea. I show you which is best vodka in house, I buy you shot and you buy me, and we cancel it out, yes?”

chicago was one of the most ‘american’ places to her, besides washington d.c and new york. so of course every experience was memorable to her as she began the process of assimilation. besides her sister and the lady at the donut shop nearby her apartment, there weren’t any familiar faces and the girl was in desperate need of some sort of friendships. she picked up on the man’s accent instantly which brought a slight smile to her face.

even though she had only been in the states for a month and some change, tatiana found a few places to go and have a decent drink with even better company. the russian was able to knock back shots of vodka like a champ, and figured things would be more fun if she had someone to do them with. she only had 2 shots in her when she settled on sipping on a screwdriver, or whatever the bartender called it. with luck on her side, someone sat right beside her and thats when she decided to make her move. she motioned to the bartender to catch their attention before looking at the person beside her, “whatever they order, it’s on me.”