across a fragile line (hold me down)

my demons are begging me to open up my mouth.
i need them; mechanically make the words come out.

Josh isn't one to drink, so he's nursing a coke that's steadily making its way to lukewarm. He's sitting at the bar and watching some local metalcore band that's truly mediocre when some guy, maybe a little bit older than him, leans up against the bar and smiles at him.

"Buy you a drink?" the guy asks, tapping his fingers against the bar.

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