Disaster 's in the air, and in my drink

He had to admit, the last drink had probably been a bit to much. That didn't mean they had to kick him out right? Did he care the bar closed before midnight? No. So they should've let him stay. But apparently they weren't the kind of people that would look at him, think something sentimental and let him stay just for a little while longer. No. They were the same as everyone else. Judging, arrogant, annoying. And now he had to walk out here, in the pouring rain, looking for a place to stay. He wasn't tired yet, he just wanted to drink morein the hopes of forgetting what had happened these past weeks.

By the time he found a new place where he could quench his thirst, his head had calmed down a bit and he was proud to say he could walk straight again. Though his head warned him to not drink too much, he rather just wanted to go full on in, knowning that it would just be a mistake that would add up to the many he had already made. Silently, Kaz crept into the tavern, spotting some familiar faces, who he had forgotten the names of, and made his way to the bar, not really in the mood for conversation. One seat left, next to a bruiser, who he remembered to be named something along the lines of Spit.. or was it Piss, and some odd figure that didn't really seem to be the type of this kind of place. Kazz nodded at the man behind the bar, who gave him a crooked smile with the few teeth he had left and who asked him if he wanted the usual. Kaz had already forgotten what the usual was, it felt like ages since h had been here, and just nodded. A few moments later and a drink that appeared to be at least something strong, was put before him. Kaz nodded a thanks and drank it in one go, surprised with the burn it caused in his throat. Ignoring everyone around him he put the glass down and looked at the barman. Another. And another came. Whatever this night would bring, Kaz hoped he could just drink away his sorrow in silence and not be bothered by ... anything.

The strange figure beside him seemed to leave him alone. Good. The few glances he got he could understand, it wasn't everyday you saw someone like Kaz. Especially not this.. sad. Due to the rain his hair was all flat and miserable, a few drops gliding off and dropping on his black, leather gloves. With this weather they were horrible to wear, but taking them off was not an option. It never was.
Kaz couldn't help but chuckle when the man next to him asked for tea. How far into his head was he to think this kind of establishment would offer tea? No, it was horrible beer and a little less horrible liquor. So far, he could drink it and that was all what counted. Kaz emitted a deep sigh, sipped from his drink and continued staring forward.

Kaz was in a nice, thoughtful and silent mood until the particular individual next to him started to move. And started to play an instrument. For a moment this was all okay. But it only took about thirty seconds for the young thief to get irritated. This dude was nuts and probably had too much to drink. In one movement his hand shot twards the lute, his hand envelopping around the hand of the man that held the snares at the top. His grip was firm, his eyes were cold. ''Your making my ears bleed.'' He hissed, letting go, not wanting to touch longer than needed, hoping that his message had been clear. Kaz returned to his former position, drinking his drink in one go and ordering another one. ''Damn crazies.'' He mumbled to himself, the grip around his glass tight, obviously not very happy with the current situation. This was not da wae.

The plan was simple. He was just here to enjoy his drink, to get drunk and to forget everything in the morning. The man sitting next to him playing a goddamn lute wasn't part of that plan. And Kaz didn't want him to be part of that plan. The thief was considering either punching the man in the face, which was kind of harsh come to think of it, or just get up and sit somewhere else. But this stool was comfortable and the pub was packed, so finding another place to sit by himself would be a harder task than he wanted it to be.

Kaz rolled his eyes, sighed and nipped from his drink, doing it a bit slower than the ones who came before. ''The entire world.'' He snapped, albeit sarcastically, not even looking at the lunatic sitting next to him. ''Will you shut up now?'' Kaz wasn't exactly your friendly neighbourhood man, and especially not when you bothered him with something like this. He was just here to have a good time and he honestly felt attacked right now. Ah, fuck it. He gulped down his drink in one go, hoping it would loosen him up a bit and stop him from being so annoyed. ''Can't you fuck off?''

The man seemed to rethink his methods and Kaz was glad to notice that he was about to leave. With a soft sigh Kaz continued to drink, a bit faster, justing wanting to forget today. His hair started to dry and to curl to his dismay and with a hand running through his hair he only made it worse. The barman looked at how the man who had been seated besides Kaz disappeared in the crowd and eventually, outside. He glanced at Kaz, who just shrugged and continued drinking, glad to finally have some time for himself.

An hour later the beer tasted so horible Kaz decided to call it a night. He put down the gold, waited for the change and went outside. The rain had stopped but the wind and cold had taken its place. He put up his collar and was somewhat glad to hear the soft crows from kruge. The crow landed on his shoulder and bit his ear, to which Kaz softly chuckled, handing the demon a small piece of dried meat. The alcohol had loosened him up a bit and he had already forgotten of the ordeal that happened earlier tonight. The thief started walking, not really having a destination in mind. Kruge crowed again, Kaz shook his head. ''I don't care you wanted to be inside. You don't feel the cold anyway.'' Kaz replied as if he understood what the creature was saying. He did, in a way, but never took the time to reply unless in moments like these, where he was halfway to drunk and didn't gave a fuck. While walking and replying to the demon, Kaz hadn't even noticed the shadow he passed.

Slightly tipsy the world always seemed to be a better place. That, or the complete opposite. Luckily Kaz was in the first mood and he probably would crack an actual smile if he drank even more. But now, while he could still walk straight, he was enmjoying the moment. He didn't care about the cold, nor the wind. He cared about himself and that was that. Kruge sat idely on his shoulder, the meat disappearing in his belly. For some reason Kaz could always find a sort of comfort in the bird, no matter how much he hated the creature. If you can't get rid of it, the only thing you could do was embracing it.

And just like that, with a snap of the fingers it seemed, his jolly mood was gone. As soon as he heard the voice the faint smile on his lips disappeared and he stopped dead in his tracks. He didn't turn around just yet but instead listened to the words. In a way, they hit him like a punch to the gut. It felt like the wounds on his stomach tore open again and the thoughts of just wanting to disappear returned. When the last words echoed away on the empty streets Kaz slowly turned around.
His face was anything but happy. There was a certain kind of sorrow but mostly, anger. Pure anger. With quick steps he walked over to the man, the same man he had scolded at the bar. In his anger Kaz forgot his limp, though he could feel the pain sting as he walked. ''You never know when to quit do you?'' He hissed, nearing the man.

A quick look up and down told Kaz this man was certainly not from here. So he perhaps didn't know the customs. With a single move Kaz had his cane loosly in his hand, the metal material of the crow skull glinting in the moonlight. As of now, it looked like Kaz was only held back by the fact that he had had too much to drink and wasn't certain what exactly was going on. ''Who are you to know me?'' He continued with clenched teeth, raising his cane a little. ''Give me one good reason to not crack your skull right now.'' The threat was real and by the look of Kruge on his shoulder, Kaz wouldn't be the only one thieving from a corpse tonight.