He could practically see the place if he closes his eyes and imagines it, but he doesn't want to step out in the street and get hit by a car or anything so he doesn't. "Everyone would be there. Every day, all the time. We could just do the music thing on the side for fun."

No mean managers barking orders at them? Ideal.

By some miracle, they eventually arrive back at where they started, ice cream cups definitely empty, paper bagged drinks long gone and two bodies ready for more. It isn't late enough yet to warrant a bouncer so they're able to slide back in without a problem. But something isn't right.

Whispering to Shin best he can, which is only semi decent considering he's just a bottle of rum in, "I think they're mad at us.. we're getting mean mugs from the bar."