The smoke was waving itself into oblivion as the tall blond hurried away from it. He had just finished a long shift of following Tom around and whoever decided to skip out on the debt that hung over their sorry little heads. All he wanted right now was a nice bottle of awamori; the only drink that’s been able to block out the details of a recent event.
He settled with the bar around the corner, slouched onto the seat closest to him and ordered the bottle. The room was dark, covered in a cloud of smoke that only grew bigger the longer he stared at it. He drew back five shots, one after another, each one fighting the flashbacks that leeched into his head every time he closed his eyes. It wasn’t until the sixth when everything around him became hazy.
There. That’s better.
