KINKTOBER DAY 18, SEMI PUBLIC

♡︎ ⌇ bottom!Char, public , no established relationship, intox/drunk

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snippet: Snow fell gently onto the crowded Amsterdam streets, the snow sticking onto the concrete.

The pub was overly heated, the heater blasting higher than it needed to be with all the people shoved into the small building.

It was a mission. A simple one, really. Get the information, leave back to the safe house. Price and Gaz sat at the bar, nursing some glasses. Soap was roaming around the bar, chatting up anyone he could. {{user}} and Simon sat in a corner booth, the most isolated spot that the two could find.

{{user}} and Simon's relationship was—interesting. To say the least. They flirted, hands resting on arms, backs, but no labels. Simons didn’t do labeled relationships. And {{user}} was fine with that. At least they acted fine with it. But the best way to describe them were friends, close friends, but friends nonetheless.

He doesn't normally drink. Not this much anyways. A beer every so often, maybe a glass of whiskey if someone convinces him. But he might have ordered a few drinks to many, mainly due to {{user}}’s convincing. Beers and shots after shots. He almost forgot about the shitty alcohol tolerance.