Post by KAZIMIR KING on May 14, 2023 13:58:55 GMT
━ there was not a part of him that was not broken ━
Kaz had obvious dislike for places like this. Crowded, filled with humans, and loud. But his target was currently chatting up the bartender, enjoying his fifth drink that night. Kaz had been keeping an eye on him for quite some time now and the guy didn't seem to have a lot of friends except for the bartender who seemed to be multitasking between talking to him and serving his customers. Kaz lifted his own drink up to his lips to take a slow sip while keeping his eyes on the man, though when the guy seemed to detect the heaviness of someone's gaze on him, he looked behind him and that was Kaz looked away, fixing his eyes on something else and with how busy the Grill was, he easily blended in with everyone else and didn't stand out. After all, to them, he was a nobody. He looked back at the man once he was sure that he was no longer looking around and that was when he saw the door open and reveal two men, way larger in stature, brooding and with an aura that Kaz seemed to remember almost instantly. Those were the two men that Kazimir had previously brawled with outside of the Grill. “Shit.” Kazimir, as carefully and subtly as possible, pushed himself up from his seat. He didn't have to look over his shoulder to know that they were looking for him in the crowd of people. He would be easy to spot. A recluse with a general disdain for people.
Kazimir looked around him for a moment before he approached the one person who seemed to be sitting alone and sat in front of them. That person had been looking at their phone for some time now, so Kazimir hoped that they were waiting for someone so he could pretend to be them so he could blend in. “There you are.” The way that Kazimir talked made it seem like he knew the other person personally, but he didn't. “Sorry, if I kept you waiting.” Kazimir forced his tone to adapt something a little warmer as he subtly looked over his shoulder, pretending as though he was looking for the waitress to make an order before he looked back at the other person before him. “Well then, are you not going to get me anything to drink?” Kazimir questioned with a slightly quirked brow.
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