"I don't know what I want," he says -- well, yells over the music -- as he leans on the bar a bit more heavily than the previous times he's ordered for them. "I'll decide later Something pink for you, though! What's pink?"
The very patient bartender makes a few suggestions, Wei Wuxian nodding earnestly along, and soon enough Ingress does, indeed, have a blindingly pink drink in her hands.
"And this is for you, mate," the bartender says. He grabs a glass even smaller than a traditional teacup and begins expertly layering several kinds of creamy-looking liquor into it.
Wei Wuxian's brow knits. "Huh?"
"From that one down the way," he says, and jerks his head toward a young man in an extraordinarily tight shirt at the end of the bar. The young man winks, lifting his glass toward Wei Wuxian.
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Date: 2020-10-04 04:26 am (UTC)The very patient bartender makes a few suggestions, Wei Wuxian nodding earnestly along, and soon enough Ingress does, indeed, have a blindingly pink drink in her hands.
"And this is for you, mate," the bartender says. He grabs a glass even smaller than a traditional teacup and begins expertly layering several kinds of creamy-looking liquor into it.
Wei Wuxian's brow knits. "Huh?"
"From that one down the way," he says, and jerks his head toward a young man in an extraordinarily tight shirt at the end of the bar. The young man winks, lifting his glass toward Wei Wuxian.
Oh. Oh no. He can feel his face flushing deeper.