Ben Boot (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} zenben) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Dinner had been fabulous, and by the time they arrived at the club Ben was already half lit. He'd paced himself through the beginning of dinner, but as the time drew near to head to the club he hadn't been as careful. It was his birthday celebration, and as uneasy he'd been about turning twenty-seven he was ready to prove he could keep up with the younger set still.
He headed to the bar as soon as they got there, wanting to get a round for the group as thanks for coming out. He spotted Richard immediately, and launched himself at his friend. "You made it! I was afraid you wouldn't when you didn't make dinner. It's good to see you." He gave Rich a smacking kiss on the cheek; Ben had always been affectionate and alcohol only exaggerated that aspect of his personality. "What are you drinking?"