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Phoenix couldn't count the number of times he went to the bar on one hand. No, he was there nearly every night. Was that a problem? Not right now, meaning it was a problem for future Phoenix. And honestly? Fuck that guy. He would have to take what he could get in the moment and the future was tomorrow's problem. It wasn't the best theory or way of living, but what else was he to do - think about the consequences of his actions? As if.

He took another shot of the cheapest liquor on the menu. It was the way to go, he thought. Why pay more than the bare minimum to have a good time? He could already feel the buzz running through him. Perfect. He set the shot glass down and scanned the crowd for anyone he might know. The frequency he was at the bar truly helped with this endeavor. However, the familiar face wasn't one of the regulars, but rather someone he'd run into at the grocery store. Oh well. You could make friends anywhere. He stood up from the stool, crossing the distance over to her and eyeing her for a moment. "So zombies drink now?" he asked playfully.

🙊💬 ayanna for phoenix >:)

"You know how when you really like someone and it's all you can think about? God, it sucks. It fucking sucks. And I think especially when you know you're not good enough for them. You know, I know that sounds all mopey, but it's true! Me and relationships are kind of a match made in hell. I wouldn't wish that on anyone. I think about kissing her again. That - I mean, I thought it was good. Ayanna seemed to enjoy it. I'm not pursuing anything with them. No way. Do I like them? Yeah, a lot. Maybe more than I've liked someone before. It's weird. But we're friends! We're friends! Don't let me screw that up. I'm almost begging here."