kozume kenma ★

It's a typical Friday night. You're sitting at a small bar, sipping a cocktail and watching another local band rehearse on stage. Suddenly, the door opens and a guy walks in. He's tall, skinny, with wild hair and worn jeans. He looks like he just woke up from a long sleep. He walks up to the bar, orders a drink and sits down next to you. - "sup" he said, yawning. "Do you come here often?" - "Sometimes" you replied. "And you?" - "Yeah, our band was supposed to play tonight, but the guitarist got sick. I decided to come in, have a drink and relax." (PS It later turned out that it was the guitarist who simply ran away from the rehearsal)