Chương 53: Absinthe?

The burning alcohol cascaded down my chest and dampened my dry throat. Despite being asked to lie low, I had a pretty hectic year. Nea is an absolute wack to live with. I had to run around a lot to get more people on my side.

Thankfully, Yasumichi Ito took over that duty pretty soon. Maintaining a normal impression in Ussera while staying up to date with things outside was also pretty tough. Man, even my hair had grown out enough to be tied in a short ponytail.

"Master, get me a bottle of Absinthe, please."

A small whisper came from next to me. I turned around, "Mr... You sound pretty tired—" and completely froze when I saw the man next to me. Snowlike white hair and enchanting eyes, red like blood. The man's jade face was sharp like a freshly cut diamond with skin that looked as smooth as silk. The sorrowful smile on his face made him look like the god's greatest sculpture. Fuck, what's up with this guy?

"Master, give this man here my usual, would ya? He looks like he needs it." I calmed myself enough to speak.

"I need to close up. Leave," He said. We just waved him off. Actually, what's up with the master? He won't react to this man...Ah, he's red like a tomato. Seriously? What the fuck is going on up there? How can 2 of the most handsome men in the world be in the same room?

I am a humble man, so I'll say it. If I am a 100, and Nea's a 49. This dude right here is totally a 95... Yup, a 95... Fuck.

"Usual? What's in it?"

Even his voice is like an angel's. How can god give all the good things to just me and him?

"A lot more than just Absinthe, friend," I smirked.

"Oh... It's ab-sa-in-the... Just for the record..." He said. I take it back. God didn't give this bastard any brains.

The Master bought in a glass of my special blend while shaking his head. The pretty guy tried gulping it in one go.

"Hahaha!! Haha! Haha! No. It's ab-si-in-the."

"This is amazing. What is this? Oh, and no. It's ab-sa-in-the only."

"Pretty good, right? I discovered it myself! Oh, and! You bastard! I am telling you, it's ab-si-in-the." I stood up and shouted the last part.

"Damn? Yourself? That's cool as fuck bro." He fiddled with the glass for a second before getting up with a start himself. "It's ab-sa-in-the! AB-SA-IN-THE!"

"It's AB-SI-IN-THE!!"

"IT'S CLOSING TIME! GET THE FUCK OUT!!"

We stood outside the pub in silence after being kicked out by the master. Why didn't I just ignore him again, you ask? Counter-question. Why do you think we call him master? The dude's scary, alright? At least he was kind enough to hand out two bottles of whiskey to his loyal customer.

"Say, mate. I didn't catch your name."

"It's Ivan, Ivan Epworth. Nice to meet you, man."

"Eric Tanabe. Nice to meet you too."

"You make a pretty killer blend, Ivan."

"Fuck. Do you hit on everyone like that, pretty face?"

"Huh...?" He made a baffled sound as he turned towards me with a blank look on his face.

"What?"

"A guy, as handsome as you, thinks I look good??"

Look at this! The man has taste! Very well, I forgive you. It shall be ab-sa-in-the henceforth! Hohoho!

"Yeah! I mean, not as much as me, but you're pretty hot!"

"Ivan... Do you wanna continue drinking?"

"I was just about to suggest that!"

Eric smirked and rolled his shoulder, asking me to follow him... If I were like other guys, I would've already formed a cult around this bastard. Luckily, I knew I looked better.

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