When the pressure of being a worldwide idol gets too intense, he feels like chasing his dreams turned into a nightmare. Little did he know that by running from the spotlight, he would enter into a whole new world of the undergrounds. Chaos creates m...
The cold sun of autumn went to sleep, but every person in District 6 has awaken; the streets were walked on by thousands of people who were searching for something that night... some were searching for a nice place to hang out with friends, some were searching for a romantic atmosphere to spend their evening with their special one and some... well some were searching for a trick down the alley where the courtesans were making their rounds.
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Just like everybody else, he was also searching for something...escape...
≫"9...10...11..." Ah no, that did not make a sound...now it's 11≪ he lets out a subtle sharp laugh then continues to walk ahead as he steps over diamond shaped leaves, counting the crunching noises. He keeps his head lowered and his hands in the pocket of his leather jacket, walking aimlessly in the hope that he will find what's looking for, but he is unsure...he's holding the phone inside his right pocket, his thumb rubs gently over the screen now and then as if a hero will give him a call to plan an intervention meeting...but this...this is not fantasy, although he should not worry because often reality amazes us much more than fiction.
Suddenly, a bright light catches his eye making him finally raise his glare from the ground, it was a white neon sign for a bar with the size of a matchbox, Shoshin. He stares at the sign for a few seconds then decides to walk inside; the music was not loud, just enough to cancel out the car noises, lights were warm of shade and dim, and only around a dozen people sitting at the tables. He takes a sit at the empty bar aria then makes a quick gesture to the bartender.
≫ What's your poison tonight, handsome? ≪ the bartender asks as he wipes up a cocktail glass.
≫ A glass of bourbon. ≪ he says without even looking at the him, taping gently with his index finger of the wooden bar
≫ I am sorry but tonight we do not serve drinks straight up, it's quite a special night, but I can offer you a cocktail.≪ the bartender is smiling almost like he is having compasion for a pouty child, trying to see his eyes without being too obvious with his body movement.
≫ Alright... then... give me a cocktail that has bourbon in it, please!≪ He raises his glare at the bartender; his eyes seemed tired, his lips were a bit chopped and his cheeks were red because of the cold, yet, the bartender couldn't help but think.≫ " he is beautiful". ≪
≫ Bourbon cocktail coming right up, sir! ≪ the bartender rushed to prepare the cocktail, smiling from ear to ear and quietly humming the background music, his cheeks were red too but the outside temperature was not the issue... ≫ Here you have it... "Love Letters".≪
≫Ahm... thank you! ≪ He picks up the glass and takes a sip, the cocktail does not look glamours by any means, just a red drink in a champagne saucer glass, but the taste was quite sweet. ≫ "This bartender is staring too much... I wonder if he recognizes me...maybe he put something in my drink.. damn, i should've checked... maybe I should call a friend to join me.. but who.. maybe if I call -"≪
