@ᶜ˖⁺ siobhan a。 This was something he definitely hadn't imagined--- instead of talking the woman replied with a pen the words appearing on the bar counter. Everyone had their own issues they needed to deal with, Seph himself not being able to recognize nor remember faces while she seemed to have her own trouble with not being able to talk. He wondered what had happened to her that she couldn't use her voice. She definitely wasn't deaf meaning that there must be more behind it. “It is.” The two words left his mouth as he kept looking at her--- almost staring. People sometimes felt uncomfortable when he looked at them so closely in every detail so he tried not to be as conspicuous but still he needed to find a certain detail to remember her and that pen was just perfect. The words had disappeared on the counter, amazing he thought. “I'm Seph. Who are you?” During that short while he had looked away her face had disappeared again, in his memories, in his mind. It got deleted and now looking back at her he needed to examine every detail again. The pen, it was still the same woman sitting next to him. “That pen looks magical. You must have a deep past.
@ᶜ˖⁺ siobhan a。 The coldness almost froze him by now even though the distance from his home to the bar wasn't that far but during such a weather it was the worst. But it was one of his usual activities to end the day that he had mostly spend at home. A man stood next to the bar's entrance, smoking. Black hair, thin figure, wearing a coat. He mirrored everyone else in this damn city--- they all looked the same for someone who lost the ability to remember them. Black eyes, small nose, plump lips, a birth mark next to the eyebrow. Even though he could see these features he wasn't able to remember them to tell them apart from anyone else. This could have been a long lost lover or maybe just the guy that worked in the lobby of the hotel he went to almost every night. The male turned around to the ash tray, his appearance was deleted in Seph's mind and as the man faced him again a completely new stranger stood in front of him. Sighing he got inside the building, sitting down on his usual barstool ordering a drink. 'Don't trust your brain.' He remembered himself, Seph always tried not to drink too much in order to still control his brain. But going to a bar without ordering a drink would be conspicuous and he didn't want anyone to notice. His gaze drifted towards the woman sitting on the barstool next to him--- Seph hadn't noticed her presence before. The drink in front of her was the same as his own. “It's the most tasty one--- the barkeeper here is the greatest at mixing it.”
@ᶜ˖⁺ somin j. it wasn't every day that somebody would find lee taemin in a bar, but something possessed him to pay a visit tonight. maybe it was a full moon, maybe he was starting to form a change in character, or maybe he was just having a really off day and needed something to lighten his mood. whatever the reason, he stood, alone, souped-up drink in hand as he thoughtfully watched those around him. he wasn't the type to just go up to a person and start talking – it took a special kind of person for that. his fingertips tingled against the cool glass, a familiar sound melting the haze in his mind, booming from the speakers that sat mere feet behind him.
. was that the backstreet boys?
sure was.
. he was actually rather enjoying it. it surely had to be a blast from the past that only a slightly tipsy taemin could enjoy. the volume of the music was so high that he could clearly hear it over the indistinct chatter of the people around him as he trailed his fingers along the edge of the bar, eyes falling upon a female's figure as he lifted his gaze from the ground. she seemed to be one of the only people alone in the entire building – but why? his first thought was that there was a reason she hadn't had a companion. did she more than likely prefer to be alone?
read: probably.
though, taemin's foggy brain didn't quite piece together those thoughts. with heavy feet, he trudged to the stool next to the mystery woman, slamming his glass onto the counter as he settled, facing her. immediately, he spoke, words tied together with a hint of a slur, eyes half lidded due to both lack of sleep and bewilderment.
"how much do you want to bet there's no real, fresh fruit in that?"
[ ] okay this is bad but i promised myself i would reply before i went to sleep g'night s weats
