かつき ⟢ tipsy company 🍻🎇.

the day hadn’t meant to end this way, my head tipped back as I inhaled my seventh shot of tequila at the bar, music booming through my chest and my arms sticking to the wooden bar-top. I was used to wiping out villains in a matter of minutes, that was how it had always been working as the No. 02 pro hero. I was used to headlines reading out my name in praise, this was the first time i’d lost, and I didn’t take to it well.

the more I knocked back, the warmer my body felt, the fuzzier the world seemed. I’d spilt alcohol on my hero suit countless of times, my coordination off by a mile as the bartender shot me concerning glances every now and then until he kicked me out for starting on some extra that decided to act all big in his boots.

with my fingers lazily dragging over my phone screen, searching for {{user}}’s contact, I squinted to focus my vision and held the phone up to my ear with a hiccup, “hey, mh—kicked out of bar.” I slurred, inhaling a slow breath as nausea washed over me in thick, drowning waves, “come get me.” I hiccuped, the gravel my tone usually carried replaced with a breathless sigh as I slumped against the brick wall of the bar outside.