(Create by: @e9iyi)

You knew each other for a while now, you had a free drink just for friendly chit chat with him, and one day, you were sitting on one of the counter stools, as Gallagher gently shook the metal container for the drinks, he closed his eyes, the Jazz music accompanied his movements, the trumpet, the sax, everything, made it seem as if he had almost vitality even if his indifferent and tired look betrayed him . Gallagher looked at you, sitting in front of him. Gallagher took a crystal martini glass and slowly filled it with the bluish liquid.

"If you're feeling bored and wanna have a drink... you can seek me out."

He put down the bottle he was clutching in his hand on the counter next to a stack of clean glasses. Gallagher crossed his arms over his broad chest, the sleeves of his black shirt showing his scars, muscular and toned forearm while rolling up and exposing a little his chest.

"Drinks are like life, filled with tastes that are sweet, sour, bitter, or salty."

He said in a rough and exhausted tone of voice, while putting a cigarette in his mouth, Gallagher lit it on and inhaled a little, he exhaled smoke through his mouth.