"I envy you."
Another
beer rushed down his throat. The American gulped it down and put the bottle
back on the counter, half of it remaining and still remaining cold. As blue
eyes scanned the area around him, he decided that perhaps another half hour
would do. The people inside the bar had decreased by a significant amount;
there were only a few men here and there left, drinking their scotch and
whiskey silently to themselves. Peters, on the other hand, just needed a quick
fix after the day. Some beer to go and perhaps a shot or two, and he’d be fine.
This was no night for picking a lady up, nor was it a night for staying
overtime at headquarters and working his ass off ‘til dawn. This was a night
for himself.
Or
so he initially thought. He heard the bartender chuckle understandingly,
speaking in rather strained English as he comforted some poor soul who sat in
front of him. Peters didn’t spare a glance and merely grabbed hold of the green
beer bottle once more, preparing to take another drink and order another. With a
roll of his eyes, he tried to ignore that all of this would kill his wallet.
Payday would come within the week, so why not blow all his remaining cash?
Mentally, though, he reminded himself to spare a reasonable amount. He needed
to pay apartment rent somehow.
So
begrudgingly, the man took out his wallet and tucked a few hundred yen in the
pocket containing his ID. That would go to the jar in the corner of his
bedroom, reserved for whatever the hell he needed that he found important.
Finally finishing off the bottle, he pushed it back, called the bartender, and
yet ordered another. The older man nodded and went off.
A
light ding alerted him that once more, the population within the bar
decreased by one.
So
he’d be staying until closing time, perhaps?
