#also i wrote this on wednesday so wednesday it shall be

[deanlombardi]

staring at the bottom of an empty glass, dean languidly gestured in the bartender’s direction for another. he’d been there all night, and yet he was still only just getting started. it was a sad, pathetic sight to behold, but fortunately there weren’t many patrons there to behold it — apart from a few other sad sacks, that is. wednesday nights seemed to be reserved for the lonely and miserable. he heard the door swing open behind him, but didn’t turn to look. instead, he watched the bartender bring him his new glass of whiskey and coveted it like a mother bear protecting her new cub.

he was pouring the amber liquid down the hatch when the new guest came into view. ‘oh, this is delicious,’ he thought to himself, sneering at august, waiting for him to notice whose company he was in. however, his foe was too focused on ordering his drink...so dean decided to help him out a little. “hey tough guy! is that how you greet your friends, then? what, no kiss? no hug? no nothin’?” he was shouting fairly loudly so that everyone in the bar could hear him. but that was exactly how he wanted it. it was his turn now to make a scene, to poke the bear. drunk dean was always one for confrontation, after all.

@fckaugust​