@ensuists asked: “You gonna keep bitching forever or you gonna drink the drink I made you?” Kai slides the shot in front of the other once more almost as a reminder of some sorts, watching the other with a blank look. “It’d probably help your mood or something, so I’d drink it if I were you.” (FOR WHOEVER FITS IM SORRY IM ON MOBILE RN AND CANT SEE UR MUSE LIST ILY)
Niklaus stops mid rant, mouth still gaped and brows quickly furrowing. His order was only the second shot of the night, and he wasn’t nearly as buzzed as he wanted to be. It wasn’t unnatural of Nik to plop himself on a barstool at odd hours of the night and get to blabbering with the bartender, even when he knew they weren’t paying much attention to him. It felt nice to have someone listen to him, even when it meant pretending that that someone was listening.
And Nik didn’t like being interrupted during these moments, but he grabs the shot and downs in anyways with a frown. “There,” he set the empty glass in front of the larger man with a scowl, acting as if he proved a point. “Ain’t the bartenda’ supposed t’ let their customa’s whine? Ya’ don’t even gotta say anythin’. Just stand there an’ look pretty.” He couldn’t even blame his sudden aggravation on the alcohol. Two drinks didn’t even get him lightheaded. “As I was sayin’,” he continues, pointing at Kai with the tiny umbrella he decided to hold onto from his first drink, “he’s the one that gave me his numba’, but every time I text ‘em, he totally flakes! What’s up wit’ dudes an’ constantly changin’ their minds all the damn time? Do I look like I’d bawl my fuckin’ eyes out if they just told me they wanted it t’ be a one time thing? Be honest, do I look like some kind of baby?”
“Shit’s just annoyin’, dude.” He huffs, twirling the mini umbrella between his fingers until it snaps. His shoulders drop, lips pursed as the top half falls on the counter. “Aw man! Hey, ya’ got anymore of these little dudes? I broke mine.”