Dark Era

It wasn’t uncommon that you’d spend your nights out, conversing with strangers within crowded bars and sipping panoplies of liquor, never enough to grow tipsy.

You’d run into a new boy, a potential acquaintance. Akin to you, he didn’t seem quite old enough to be drinking here, but that wasn’t of your concern.

Whiskey glasses set adjacent, he sat himself on the stool next to you with an imploring gaze— making the first move to introduce himself.

“Heyy, you look new here!”