after hours of long work, error cleaned his suit and went to his favorite bar: the broken record.

he mainly loved the bar because of the bartender's skill, and how feisty they tended to be.

error walked with his men, taking a spot in front of the bartender.

error: "gimme a shot of gin." he said in his heavy boston accent.

the bartender, ink, nodded and got to it. as he worked, error couldn't take his eyes off of him.

he was captivating.

he was gorgeous.

error thought he had to have the bartender for himself, one way or another. error stared at ink's name-tag.

he smirked, resting his chin in his right palm, elbow on the bar counter.

error thought of a question to ask in.

error: "hey babes.."