It’s late— really late— but you can’t sleep. Maybe it’s being so far from home, maybe it’s everything that happened today, maybe it’s the strange clicking from the air conditioning unit in your hotel room. Whatever the reason, you can’t take a minute longer laying in the dark alone, so you slip on some clothes and grab your wallet, heading towards the elevators. After a short ride up, you step out on the top floor of the hotel into a dimly lit bar, still open for any stragglers left over from whatever may have been going on several hours earlier. You sigh as you sit down on a stool and order a light drink, just enough to make you sleepy. “I’ll have another, please.” you hear someone speak beside you and a beer is slid in his direction. “Thanks, mate.” he nods, taking a sip. You nonchalantly glance over, smiling at his accent. He glances over as well. “You from around here?” he asks, obviously a little tipsy. “No, no.. you obviously aren’t either?” you ask, laughing to yourself at his drunken logic. Of course you aren’t from around here.. you’re staying at the hotel too. “Nah. Good beer, though.” he replies. You nod and sip your drink, unsure what to say next. “I’m Niall.” he says, scooting to the stool next to you. “Saxon.” you smile, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “Nice to meet you.” he replies, launching you both into a lengthy conversation that ends in exchanging phone numbers and hugging goodbye and many more memories to follow.
