A Bin for the Dragon 🗑️🐉

Drunken Lip to Lip.

It had been a few days since Vincent was hired at the store in the mall, and he seemed to have been getting adjusted quite nicely. Despite his occasional "interactions" with Maven, he'd been doing pretty well for himself. It was now the end of his first week and he was on his way back home to his apartment flat, whilst going out to the bar to have a drink was Maven's favorite thing to do after a long day of work. However on this particular evening, he figured it would be nice if he invited Vincent to come along with him. Since Vincent was still pretty new to his city and working environment, Maven wanted to give him a small tour so he could familiarize himself with the area.

"Hey Vince, I'm heading out for a pint. How 'bout you come with me."

"I...don't know. Drinking has never really been my thing..."

"It'll be fun, you'll see. Besides, I'll be there the whole time, so at least you'll be with someone you know."

"Barely know you mean.."

Maven snickered and gave a cherry smile while handing Vincent's satchel bag over to him. As the bag was hesitantly taken from his grasp, Maven quickly wrapped his large palm around Vincent's wrist, urgently pulling him forward out the front door of the store. The door closed for itself as they both seemingly ran to the direction of the mall's exit. Vincent tried his best to keep up with Maven while he was still being fully dragged along. He never expected someone so tall to be full of such speed and stamina.
As they arrived at the exit, they ran through the automatic sliding doors, and through the large parking lot until they made their way to the nearest local pub. Vincent huffed and puffed as he felt like his body was about to give out when he was found at a halt. He hunched over, trying to catch his breath while Maven was stood upright in front of two, big wooden doors.

"M-m-maven...next time...slow...down p-please..."

"No worries. We're here anyways. Look!"

Vincent lifted his head up to see Maven pointing at a sign that was hung against the doors. The sign was a large wooden logo of the city's local pub titled, "One Chug Under". Vincent finally stood up after taking his deep breaths and furrowed his brow at the unusual sign. Maven looked down at him with an excited expression on his face.

"Well, here's the place. Want to head inside or do you plan to stay out here for the rest of the night?"

"I'll...go in with you."

"Great!"

Maven quickly grabbed Vincent's wrist again while turning the handle of one of the doors and pushing it wide open. They both entered the bar, witnessing a small crowd of paying customers, walking about and having just casual conversations with one another. Most individuals were quite drunk and disoriented, while few were sobered and relaxed. Vincent looked around in great awe as he saw the many people enjoying themselves in a somewhat lovely decorated establishment.
At the back of the bar, was a large, lengthy counter with a burly bartender stood behind it. The man had some wine and rum glasses in his hands, wiping and cleaning them throughly while some people were sat at the counter sipping on their intoxicated beverages. Maven pulled Vincent over to that same counter, prompting him to sit down in one of the available seats. Once he did so, he awkwardly placed his hands onto his lap while Maven took charge to make his beverage order. The humble bartender looked up at Maven, giving him a bright smile as he rested the clean glasses on the counter.

"Well if ain't the, "Mave-man". Having the same drink tonight again, ey?"

"Yup, the usual as always, Marty."

"Right away, mate!"

The bartender, Marty, reached below his counter and pulled out a large bottle of unbranded whiskey. He then opened it to slowly pour some into a glass, and pushed it towards his loyal customer. Vincent's eyes glistened with heavy interest as he stared at the tall bottle, its liquid and clear glass that was shimmering from the ceiling lights above. Maven casually took a sip of his warm whiskey as he looked over at his friend, whose eyes were fixed onto the bottle in front of him. He then looked at Marty, sharing a smirk with the man as he reached for another glass.