finn.

( text ): thx man
( text ): u too
( text ): i’ll b there in like 10 min
( text ): that’s a gay bar, right??!?
( text) : i’ll find it
( text ): don’t go anywhre i’m omw

( mssg » finn | sent ) yes sorry it’s a gay bar
( mssg » finn | sent ) i’ll wait outside
( mssg » finn | sent ) hey finn? thank you.

      Blaine shoved his phone in the back pocket of his forest green chinos after slowly standing up from his barstool minimal swaying involved.  A cheeky, oops grin given to the poor guy who was used as a leaning post to get there but the wink he got said the man didn’t mind it too much.  Yep.  Time to go.  Palming his face to wipe some of the buzz away (it didn’t work but A+ effort for trying), he blinked to steady his vision and began the slow walk towards the exit. An after thought had him buckling like someone threw a brick wall directly in his path halfway to the door and he hurriedly dug his phone back out.

Limbs folding like a marionette that had it’s strings cut plopped him on the bench outside, one leg tucked underneath his seat and the other stretched out.  Thank God for the wood beam next to it for something to rest his head against while he waited.