[bars and flynn don't normally go together. the atmosphere isn't really his thing nor is getting drunk, as tends to happen in such places. women and men approaching with invitations for coffee and then becoming angered by a rejection also get rather droll (although, those may have been flirting attempts, as elucidated upon by a certain someone). tonight, however, came the realization that he needs a drink or two. maybe mulling things over alcohol instead of mindlessly doing whatever possible to avoid going home will help.
or at least give him a good enough buzz to pass out at his desk at work for a couple hours afterwards. it might make it more comfortable. no, no it wouldn't. there's no way to sleep comfortably that way, but a little booze still can't hurt. getting that buzz would probably prove easier if he actually drank the whiskey in his hand as opposed to nursing it as he's done for the past 20 minutes. unlike normal, flynn looks... well, he looks like shit. between the bags under his eyes and the thoughtful, if melancholy expression, it's obvious something's on the guy's mind.]
5/8, evening. hope this is okay!
or at least give him a good enough buzz to pass out at his desk at work for a couple hours afterwards. it might make it more comfortable. no, no it wouldn't. there's no way to sleep comfortably that way, but a little booze still can't hurt. getting that buzz would probably prove easier if he actually drank the whiskey in his hand as opposed to nursing it as he's done for the past 20 minutes. unlike normal, flynn looks... well, he looks like shit. between the bags under his eyes and the thoughtful, if melancholy expression, it's obvious something's on the guy's mind.]