Arveion sat at the bar, twirling the ice of a shot of alcohol between his fingers.
"Another." He stressfully placed the glass on the counter only for the thing to shatter at his force and split into pieces.
"Clean that up, would you?" He said to the bartender running a finger through his sweaty hair and sighed. "Is everyone at this place fucking stupid?" He cursed at the man who stupidly stood in front of him watching the glass with fright, "S-sry sir."
He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before downing another shot of tequila, pursued by another but as he was about to take the next, Arsan placed a hand on his shoulder and took the glass between his fingers before it could reach his lips.
"Don't you think that's enough for the day man—" Arsan gulped the liquid, trying to look manly in front of Arveion but immediately choked, holding his chest as he coughed.
