Vik sat at the counter of the bar, downing a shot of whiskey. He raised one finger to the familiar bar tender, requesting another shot. Olajide nodded curtly, grabbing the bottle and poured it into the glass. "What's on your mind this time, small guy?" Vik grimaced at the nickname, sipping the whiskey. "Just a shitty employee. They appear to have the idea that I'm capable of staying up 90 hours writing their shitty letters." Vik sighed. He worked for a company where he wrote letters for people who were unable to write, he was requested a lot.
Olajide made a tch noise, pitying the small guy. Soon Olajide walked off, duty calls in six different slurred voices. Vik sighed and picked up his glass, walking towards some cushion seats. As Vik went to sit down, someone sat down in the other seat. Vik and the stranger stared at each other for a moment before Vik quickly stood up. "Sorry, I didn't see someone else going for the seats..." The man quickly waved off Vik apology, gesturing to the seat.
Vik looked down at the chair before hesitantly sitting down. "My names Harry, yours?" "Vik." The named man, Harry, nodded, leaning back in his chair. "You seem stressed, lover being a pain?" Vik choked on his whiskey, couching harshly. "So, no lover?" Vik quickly shook his head. "Work then?" Harry guessed. Vik nodded, finally done coughing. "I'm a writer persay, I've been getting booked a lot and haven't slept in awhile." "Why are you at a bar then? You could be sleeping?" "I don't know. Sleeping alone is boring. Bars are a good way to find someone." Vik yawned but managed to still pull off a smirk afterwards. Harry chuckled and stood up out of the chair, stretching his arms out. "Well, Vik, care to come home with me?" Harry asked, holding his hand out to Vik.
As stupid as Vik knows this is, he grabs onto Harry's hand and let's the man escort him out of the bar and towards his car.
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Vik looks around at the clean apartment, the vibe was comfortable and cozy. Harry slipped off his shoes at the door, walking in to place his coat on the couch. Vik copies Harry's actions,awkwardly standing beside Harry.
Harry took off again, walking in the direction of a small hallways with three doors. "Well? Come on." Harry called from within the first door. Vik quickly jogged to the room, closing the door behind him.
Harry was laying on his bed, snuggled under the covers. He held them up and Vik took thst as his cue to snuggle up under the blankets too. "Don't be shy." Harry mumbled.
Vik thought for a moment, staring at Harry. He scooted closer and wrapped an arm around Harry's waste, snugling against the man.
The two men laid there till they fell asleep, both horribly exaughsted from their shitty jobs.
A couple hours later and their peace was interupted by a man pushing open the bedroom door and awwing at the sight of the two males.
The taller left the snuggling to their...well, snuggling, and headed into their room.
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