Who: Notus and OPEN What: Drinking, socializing, Notus being Notus... Where: Random Manhattan bar When: Saturday night
Notus didn’t drink very often. There were reasons for this, of course, but time tends to make the memory a bit hazy. So... maybe he didn’t remember the time he made a complete fool of himself in front of the goddess he’d been trying to impress. Or the time he lost his pants and had to walk home in a blizzard. Or the time he nearly managed to drown in a drinking fountain. Or... any of the many, many prior ‘incidents’ that occurred with the help of (or because of) alcohol.
Maybe. But there was a pretty strong possibility that he remembered... and just didn’t care.
It was Saturday night, after all. And this was Manhattan. There was fun to be had, and he wasn’t about to sit on the sidelines just because he was... alcoholically challenged. It’d been a while, anyways. Maybe he’d grown out of it.
And so it was with high spirits that Notus made his way to the most promising looking establishment within walking distance from his hotel.
A half hour or so later he was seated at the bar, sipping happily on his second rum and Pepsi. He leaned back against the counter, chewing on his straw as he settled in for some good, old fashioned people-watching.
The past be damned. This was going to be a good night.