Chuuya set his head down on his hand, grayish blue eyes staring down at the smooth, glossy wood of the bar before looking up at the elegant glass of crimson liquid he’d been savoring. He could still taste the sweet and forest-y notes of the wine on his tongue despite his slightly tipsy condition. The redhead could just barely pick up snippets of the many noisy conversations in the bar around him. There was a group of women cackling at inside jokes as they did shots to his left, two old friends talking over beer to his right, and the tall, brunet—his husband—bartender casually conversing with one of the frequent patrons of the bar a bit closer than the group of women on his left.

For a moment, he just let himself be just another guy alone at the bar—blending in with the background chatter and smell of fine liquor, sweet wine, and pungent booze. Chuuya ran a hand through his messy, ginger bangs and closed his eyes as he zoned out. The cool metal of his wedding band brushed against his heated forehead, making him sigh.