The Idiosyncratic Author

She finished off her set with one of her favorite songs - a remix to Bastille’s Of the Night. She loved this song, because of the energy that always surrounded it. The crowd always went wild, as it was one of her classics, and she could even see Oswald start to get into it, out of the corner of her eye. When her set finished, and someone else played simple top hits, she walked back to Oswald, ready for his judgement.

Misty had finished and made her way towards him-- but he was already back at the bar, with another gin and tonic in hand. He smiled wildly at her. Clearly, he was off his rocker. “That was surprisingly good!” He called out over the blaring music that continued on even after her set. “Water?” He held up the clear glass of liquid to her-- it was far from water, but he’d removed the orange peal and forgotten all together that it was an alcoholic beverage. He then remembered and made an ‘o’ shape with his mouth, hoping that she would either cringe at the strong taste or simply know right off the bat that it was gin. He laughed a bit, mouth still in an ‘o’ shape and eyes wide with his brows raised. “Shit, I’m sorry...! But you can have it, I’ll just get another!” He was in too deep by this point in time. Turning back to the bar, he slurred just in the slightest as he ordered a shot of tequila-- Oz then changed his mind and ordered two. When they arrived, limes at the ready, he handed the small shot glass to Misty and held his own up, taking his lime in the other hand.