A Night at the Bar

	"Excuse me, but could I please get a Pretty in Pink Sangria- actually, could you make it two?" The lithe male rests his elbows on the bar top after giving the bartender his order. He had been having a bit of an off day today, especially with Zary. His boyfriend had a migraine this morning, and he didn't know what to do to help outside of giving him a few painkillers. Thankfully, with all of his worrying and running around the house for whatever his boyfriend needed, he was happy to know that horrible headache had gone away. Hell, he invited his boyfriend out for drinks, but he was sad to say that he didn't want to come with.
	He lets out a small sigh into the bar top. Well, at the very least, he could have a little bit of fun in the meantime, right? Nevertheless, he taps his fingertip on the plastic counter of that bar. Seriously, how long would it take to make a pair of drinks, anyway? Just as he was about to go on a rant in his head, the bartender comes by with two martini glasses filled to the brim with a fluorescent pink liquid. Just what he was waiting for!
	"Thank you." The male presses a ten-dollar bill against the bar top before grabbing one of those glasses. He takes a sip of that bright pink liquid. Oh, that was the ticket. He takes a look at that fluid within that glass, and gawks at the positively fluorescent color. He had always been a fan of pink, whether it be paint, clothing, his hair, or food and drink, it was always that pink was the absolute best. For the time being, he might as well relax and see what sort of people were around the place. Let's see...
	There were all sorts of regulars in the place, judging by how the staff acted. There were your typical "I just wanna get drunk" types that always sat in the corners to drink their fill. Not his cup of sangria, but they weren't hurting anyone. More so, he saw a good number of partiers. Huh, must be someone's birthday or something like that, if that cake they brought in was any sort of indication. Then, there were the rowdy bunch off in another corner. Yeah, they were the ones that always made too much noise and ended up getting thrown out by a bunch of the staff by the end of the night. He shakes his head... He could never understand the kinds of people that wanted to ruin other people's fun in the first place. Nevertheless, he takes a sip of his pink drink, and goes back to people watching.
	Oh, look at that, people in the middle of the room with no drinks, and just a few baskets of french fries. Looks like they're just wanting to stay away from whatever they call home for the time being. That, or maybe they're just getting off work and are trying to wind things down. Either way, they look like they're trying their hardest to relax, but the other people in the room aren't making it any better for them. Oh well, their loss, probably. It's not like people go to bars to try and get things done and be absolutely boring to other people. You know, like an absolute stick in the mud. Nevertheless, he takes another sip of his pink dri-
	Oh. He's out. Ah well, at least he's got another glass of it. He puts his empty glass down away from himself, and picks up his full one, making sure to put the glass stem between his fingers. He wanted to look a little bit classy, right? Well, as classy as he could be, at the very least. After making sure that everything was alright, he takes another cursory glance around the place while sipping on his pink drink. Absolutely amazing stuff, though, he makes sure to stay careful. Drinks like this tend to make people forget that there's actual ALCOHOL in them, so they drink a bunch more than they should and get drunk as an idiot five drinks in. So, with one last sip, he finishes off his pink Sangria, and takes a look at the clock. Wait... was that the right time? He flags down one of the bartenders before pointing towards the digital clock on the wall.
	"Hey, um... is that... is that time right?"
	"Huh? Yeah, it's right. Eight Thirty-four. Why, you miss somethin'?" At the sound of that, the lithe pink-covered male stands up, and starts to head towards the door.
	"Oh, I'm going to be late. Mum isn't going to be too happy if I get home after nine... Uh, thank you again! I'll probably see you this weekend, should things turn out alright!" And like that, he closes the door behind himself. Oh, why didn't he look at the time? He had an exam in the morning, why didn't he remember until the least convenient time? Of course something like this would happen. After fast-walking his way back towards the bus terminal, he leans against the side of that glass-encased metal bench... It takes a few minutes for the bus to even make it there, so he had a little bit of time to make sure that he had everything in order. Thankfully, he had everything squared away right as the bus finally arrived... Let's see... At least Zary would be fine with him getting home a bit later than normal.
	Thankfully, there were no traffic jams on the way home, and after putting his key into the lock, and opening it a second later, he was greeted by his very soft, very pink bed. He had studied earlier that afternoon, and wanted to celebrate with a bit of a drink, after all. So, now that everything was fine, he flops into his pillow, and tries his best to sleep off the alcohol that was causing his brain to float around in his skull.