𝑰 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐂𝐎-𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 [𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈 𝐗 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄]

-𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄-

•'¯'•. . .•'¯'•

CHILDE HADN'T been in situations like this: Where he got to celebrate just getting a role. Mostly because before coming to Japan, his previous manager never took him out to these sort of things, and it was never seen as where he should congratulate himself. Which sucked in his opinion, but the previous directors and manager he worked with just saw it that way.

Maybe that's why he didn't mind dressing up a bit. It was kinda the first time he would be meeting the rest of the people he would be working with from now on, so looks were a bit important. Hence why Childe wore a nice, woven button up bloode red long sleeved shirt; he had a black pair of trousers, shoes and a matching black and red jacket with a tattersall pattern. His hair was combed back, a few loose orange-colored strands were here and there, but in a good-looking way. He adjusted his dark leather gloves a bit after stepping out of the car, driven by the wonderful Katheryne once more, who wished Childe a lovely evening before driving away.

But tonight was different. Childe entered the bar that his driver dropped him off at; the bar was large, nice, and pretty crowded. So it didn't take much to assume it was a pretty popular place in town.

"The.. Angel's Share.." Childe's eyes scanned the big sign on the front of the busy building before he opened the door and headed inside, immediately being met with a mixture of conversation, noise, and drunk singing. The place was definitely crowded. Childe cringed a bit, trying to navigate his way around, eyes scanning for at least the director, or any crew at that.

"Childe! Over here!" Called out a voice from across the bar. Over by the corner of the busy area, was a large table where most of the people at it were wearing black t-shirts with the words 'movie crew' on the back. Well, that was a good sign. That was the table Childe was betting his money on he was supposed to go to.

"Ah, I'm glad you were able to make it to our little party," causally greeted the director, who was a man of early twenties; he had dark blue hair pulled back into a ponytail- the same shade of blue as his eyes which had a sort of, sly, yet interesting mood swirling through them. He wore a causal smile, and even more causal, layed back demeanor.

"Mr. Kaeya, who's this?" asked another man, but this one was much younger. At least, he looked younger anyway. "Heh, not that it really matters. The more the merrier..!" The boy smiled, making a sweet expression, which highly contrasted to him taking a terrifyingly large gulp of beer afterwards.

"This is the actor I hired for the other leading role," the man known as Kaeya explained anyway, sending a polite smile Childe's way before gestering him to an empty chair across from him. "Anyway, feel free to join us. I'm afraid most of the crew have already gotten drunk, but you haven't missed the party quite yet." He chuckled, tracing his fingertip around the edge of his glass, which held half of a blue alcoholic drink inside.

"I was a bit worried I might've got the place wrong at first," Childe hummed, pulling out the chair and sitting down. "But it seems, fortunately, I didn't." He was able to focus on the surroundings now. Like the man behind the bar counter who looked like the target of swooning by every female in sight. Or the loud customers in the back of the restaurant, but what was on Childe's mind was mostly how much difficulty he was having with reading the menu.

"Probably should've reviewed my Japanese a bit on my way here.." he thought nervously with a sigh. How embarrassing. He would probably need to ask for help. Sure, he could speak the language fine. But these drinks had some of the most confusing and weirdest names Childe had ever come across for a beer or wine.