Drabble: Sight
Author's Note: another spn_30snapshots drabble from theme 1: Elemental.
Author's Note 2: no particular fandom or character here (although I was picturing Dean from Supernatural) and no tags. Read this as you want.
Warning: vomit.
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"This is my first beer," the man says to the bartender, who is looking at the man's high colour and glazed eyes as he orders the said beer.
The bartender doesn't react.
"It's my birthday," the man tries instead.
"Happy Birthday," the bartender says.
The man brings the beer to his lips and smiles as he lowers it. "Cheers."
Halfway through his beer the man's shoulders bounce with hiccups. He begins to look like someone riding over washboard road, wincing into every involuntary bump.
The bartender's eyes track the man's journey, which terminates with the man's Adam's apple bobbing with a burp. The man covers the burp with several fingers to his lips like he's telling a hidden friend to be quiet.
The man bumbles his switch from bar to bathroom. The bartender reaches the man as his back curls like its being battered by a bully. The man's fingers clasp the bucket close like a lover as he heaves into its depths.
"You need to go to bed," the bartender says when the man is finished unburdening his body. "I've called a cab for you." The bartender grips the man's hand and pulls him to his feet. "Cheers," the bartender says.
Author's Note 2: no particular fandom or character here (although I was picturing Dean from Supernatural) and no tags. Read this as you want.
Warning: vomit.
***
"This is my first beer," the man says to the bartender, who is looking at the man's high colour and glazed eyes as he orders the said beer.
The bartender doesn't react.
"It's my birthday," the man tries instead.
"Happy Birthday," the bartender says.
The man brings the beer to his lips and smiles as he lowers it. "Cheers."
Halfway through his beer the man's shoulders bounce with hiccups. He begins to look like someone riding over washboard road, wincing into every involuntary bump.
The bartender's eyes track the man's journey, which terminates with the man's Adam's apple bobbing with a burp. The man covers the burp with several fingers to his lips like he's telling a hidden friend to be quiet.
The man bumbles his switch from bar to bathroom. The bartender reaches the man as his back curls like its being battered by a bully. The man's fingers clasp the bucket close like a lover as he heaves into its depths.
"You need to go to bed," the bartender says when the man is finished unburdening his body. "I've called a cab for you." The bartender grips the man's hand and pulls him to his feet. "Cheers," the bartender says.