alone at the bar, [open]

[peregrine todd]

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[rin takahashi]

 

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tags: per-meister (cuppycake) | words: 474 | notes: if you want, they could have already had a run-in within chishiki's gates. rin can be stupid and not recognize him. c:

Outside, a bright rainbow of neon splashed over the streets, and Jack Frost had unquestionably seized the wind's reins. It was too bright for buzzed eyes, and too cold for Rin's button-up shirt. Frankly, the looming night served only to keep him in the dimly lit bar all the longer, not that Rin minded. 

Perched on a padded stool, the young man certainly appeared comfortable. His elbows rested casually atop the glossed wood; his pale shirt hung as open as his leather-bound legs. In fact, his sole complaint about the joint was that it simply didn't boast much variety, but then bars were always like that. They were the alcoholic vinegar that all the self-pitying flies flocked to. And Rin, set up with his fruity little cocktail, fully intended to offer those flies a taste of honey.

He'd already flitted in and out of the men's room at least once with a curious compatriot in tow. He'd scored a few free, flirty drinks and shared raucous conversations rife with laughter. However, by the time Rin was looking out windows and thinking about the outer temperature, he'd been pitifully unattended for a while. Ten minutes, to be exact, and given his childish chair swiveling, mental undressing of passerby, and desperately open stance, ten minutes might as well have been an eternity. If he wasn't careful, he may just begin watching one of the flat screens.

Rolling his eyes, Rin stole a sip off his blood-colored drink before tossing a glance over his shoulder. As sweet lady luck would have it, his flinty stare zeroed in on a notably well-muscled specimen, one positioned just a few empty barstools away. 

The man didn't seem particularly ripe for the picking--like a lecher colored pink by his alcohol-or green enough to manipulate via wink, but he sure beat a flickering screen. 

It could be worthwhile.

The corners of Rin's mouth gently lifted, and before kissing his glass's rim, he chuckled--just loud enough to be heard over the rumbles of foreign discussion. (That is, assuming he'd correctly measured his volume.) In case not, the snowy-haired man simply swallowed what little of his drink remained and set the glass down with enough force to make the bartender cringe. 

"Well!" he piped up, as merry as a silver bell. "It seems to me that there are at least two bored men just sitting about. Perhaps a change of pace is in order." Rin slipped a pair of fingers in the shirt pocket over his breast, and between them, pulled out a deck of cards, proud as if the entire thing equated a game-winning ace. "You, sir, look like a man that knows his way around one of these." From under a heavy fringe of eyelashes, he challenged the other with a look and a particularly cocky smirk. "What say you and I snag a table and get a game going? All or nothing."

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