Infectious || IwaOi

4.

Credits to respectful  humans. Au revoir

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They stopped at a place called, "Miyuki's Trouble." it was an all night bar that Iwaizumi often came to, but no one knew of it.

Now only Oikawa does.

Since the distance was quite short the two had settled to walking over to the place, the frosty air shielded away by the stiff material of their office suits as they passed by alleys and shut stores.

"I have to tell you," Oikawa spoke up, his eyes taking up the antique and grunge crossed decor, "I don't drink, I'm bad when it comes to alcohol."

"Don't worry," Iwaizumi had to force his eyes away from Oikawa and to the bar, "I'll take responsibility."

Like I always do...

Iwaizumi knocked on the counter as he slid onto one of the stools, "I'll have one Dark and Stormy please."

The bartender nodded and looked at Oikawa, who was staring at Iwaizumi. Iwaizumi looked at Oikawa and waited for him to order. He didn't, instead, his eyes shuffled back and forth between the bartender and Iwaizumi.

"I-I'll have water....?" His index finger pointed up.

Iwaizumi sighed, this guy is hopeless. "We'll take a Gimlet please. Thank you."

The bartender nodded and headed to a cabinet to pull out a couple of drinks, her hands clutched with limes and she did not even pay much attention to what she was doing, it was like a habit to her. Her hands flew around as she added the spirits, scooping up ice and expertly dunking the liquids in. The liquid flooded into the glass; a deep bronze colour.

Oikawa was staring at Iwaizumi when he looked back. "W-what's a Giblet?"

Iwaizumi sighed again, "It's Gimlet, it's a good drink, with...." He scrunched his face, "Gin and lemon juice- I don't know." Again he wished he was good at words, but it was a little hard to speak when Oikawa looked at him that way, a look full of curiosity and awe.

"I've never had it but, it's good."

A drink came sliding towards Iwaizumi and he grabbed it, taking the first sip and letting it run and burn down his dry throat. He heard Oikawa chuckle.

"How can you know it's good if you've never tried it?"

"I just... know." Iwaizumi's pinky lazily picked at the lemon slice on the rim.

The bar was nearly empty, save a small group of old men drinking and laughing, and two other people on the other end of the bar - which was structured like a circle, the wall of liquors that glistened like gems was in the middle.

The beige and mahogany furnitures were harshly cut off by the glitch effect paintings and neon signs. It's vibrancy highlighted the two men's acute features; the cheekbones and the jaw, travelling down to the collarbone and finally sparkling off the eyes.

It was, as Oikawa said, a weekday so not many people took the risk of drinking. Other than a couple of idiots, who'd like to be yelled down by their boss.

He looked away with a weird feeling bubbling.

Iwaizumi took another sip, grimacing but welcoming the sociable stinging sensation and the coldness of it in.

He looked to the brown haired boy only to find him with his face resting on his hand, his eyes lazily laid on Iwaizumi.

He felt a flush come to his face, "What?"

"Nothing." He looked away.

Oikawa was handed his drink and he stared at it for a bit too long. Iwaizumi was halfway done with his while Oikawa just let his sweat.