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[thetrollprince]

Characters: raincoats & thetrollprince
Location: Some bar~
Time: Backdated to Saturday evening
Style: Either or!
Status: Closed

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[raincoats]

[ on the spot plans are the best, aren't they? they'd helped him out plenty of times...they usually worked. except when they, y'know, didn't.

now might be one of those times.

cigarette smoke and the smell of liquor hits him when he walks in, hands jammed in his pockets and looking sleepy-eyed.

like always, it reminds him of dojima, and nostalgia just isn't something he wants to deal with right now -- especially with izaya around. he considers turning on his heel right there and leaving the way he came, but he wants to get drunk.

getting drunk is an excellent coping method -- or it works well enough in his opinion.

of course, he's still pretty unsure about the whole idea of drinking with izaya, but whatever. he's not quite sure what that guy's deal is yet -- maybe he can find out more tonight.

keyword: maybe. having conversation with the guy was a feat in itself.

instead of thinking about that though, he focuses on what he's going to be drinking tonight, rubbing the back of his neck as he examines the bar... ]

[thetrollprince]

[And he looks just as pathetic as everyone else in that bar. Izaya can't help himself but sneer upon first seeing Adachi. The sneer is quickly replaced with a grin. Izaya isn't one to make ugly faces often. He slips out of the booth because he doubts that this idiot will be looking around anytime soon.

Oh and now he's right next to you.]

Boy, you look awful tonight! Did someone get rejected~? [Mocking voice.] And here I thought you'd be excited for our date.

[raincoats]

[ riiiight when he's picking out a nice sake, whoah, sudden izaya!

... alright, this guy was like a cat the way he popped up out of nowhere. whatever. adachi gives a shrug and begins taking off his jacket, then grabs himself a bottle of vodka in one hand and the sake cup and pourer simultaneously between the fingers of his other hand.

he shoots izaya a smile.

it's fake, but it's so natural and second-nature to him -- he does this a lot -- that how would you tell? ]

Are you kidding? You've got a table, right?

Hope you can hold your liquor, kid.

[thetrollprince]

Kid? I told you, I'm 23. But hey, if I look young, then I can only take that as a compliment~.

[He shrugs indifferently and reflects your smile with a nice smirk. He glances at the alcohol Adachi had selected and withheld from laughing. He really did feel at home again.

Nonetheless, he nods.]

Yeah, it's just over there. I don't drink.

Oh- and grab me a tea, huh?

[He doesn't wait for a response but instead he leaves Adachi's side in favor of walking back over to the table he'd already gotten. He swings inside of the booth and sits down, leaning his head into a hand again. His eyes are focused on Adachi and already he's entertained.

This guy's pretty different than the others he had met in Vatheon already. He isn't as innocent, but still pretty stupid which takes away from that. Or at least Izaya perceives him as idiotic- who knows how alcohol will work into this mix.]