Eric shrugged and continued to dance his heart out. "Another shot," he called the bartender. The man looked at him peculiarly.
"What? Is the something on my face?" he gave him a lopsided grin.
"Nah, you’re too cute to be a regular. Are you new around here," he mixed up their cocktail.
"Well, you can say I’m new to this scene." Eric jumped onto the bar stool with an oomph. "This is too tall," he mumbled swinging his legs around.
The bartender gave him a soft smirk.
"I’m tall okay. This chair is just abnormally tall." Eric mumbled with a pout. He did not know why but in this life he did not grow much. Even after turning nineteen, he still didn’t get that magical growth spurt.
The bartender slid the drink to him and leaned forward. "Are you even legal?"
"Huh? I’m almost nineteen! I am most definitely legal.’ He sipped the drink giving him a side eye. "I’m just short for my age."
"oh, is that so." the man smiled widely. "Wait, can I get your number?"
Eric paused. "No, I don’t share my number with strangers,"
"Ouch that hurt," he made a mock display of a wounded heart. "But how about we get to know each other then? We can’t be called strangers then,"
Eric chuckled. "Nope, I already had my heart broken once. not willing to dive into a relationship again," he gulped down the drink.
His eyes started to feel slightly blurry and his bladder was aching to be emptied. "Where is the restroom?"
"To your right. It’s through a dark hallway. Do you need me to escort you, kid?"
Eric glared at him. "I’m not a kid! I can walk on my own." He gave him the margarita glass and stumbled over to the dark corner. It was as the man said, dark. He subtly switched on his yin-yang eyes. So many ghosts were being very... 18+ in here.
Lookin’ their way, he giggled. ’Even a saw ghost they have needs ah, who am I to talk? My own brother is dating a ghost for god’s sake." He pushed the bathroom door open.
inside was thankfully clean and odorless.
Grinning, he stumbled to the urinary and did his dead.
"God that feels good... why did I even hold back my pee...." He mumbled zipping himself.
Suddenly there was a sound of the door opening behind him.
he didn’t bother much. He went to wash his hand. when suddenly a dark figure loomed behind him.
"What? I told you I’m not a kid. I don’t need an escort..." he peered at the man behind him through the reflection.
It was that guy who was hitting on him before. His cheeks were swollen and his lips were bleeding.
"Ohh its you." He wiped his hand clean on a hand towel.
The man suddenly grabbed him by his collar and slammed him onto the counter.
Eric blankly gazed back at him. He didn’t notice this before because it was dark but this guy had a ghost baby stuck on his back clinging to his neck tightly. based on its size, it was likely an unborn child.
"You fucking bitch! How dare you send your men my way! Do you know who I am!" he grabbed him by the back of his neck.
Eric became slightly vigilant. Currently, he was in the most vulnerable situation. First of all, he was too drunk and his movement was too slow. He did not bring his knife with him; it was still in his car. And he was all alone.
He gazed around subtly. He spotted a soap bottle nearby. ’Ah this will do.’
"Watch how I’ll fuck you," the man frantically started to remove his own pants.
Taking this chance, Eric grabbed the soap bottle and slammed it over his head.
"ahhhh!!!!!" the man stumbled back. his parts were still dangling out of his pants.
"Ah why did I have to see that. This is too disgusting you know." He walked forward and stepped on his third leg. "Too small..."
"AHHHHH!!! FUCK! BITCH LET GO!!!" the man cried clinging to his leg.
"You can only have immoral thoughts when you have this part, won’t you?"
The man froze.
Smiling, Eric leaned down to his height. "What if I cut it off? no, I don’t have my knife with me. I might as well smash it with this soap dispenser." He shook it to his face. "Wow you can sanitize your dirty thing with this as well. How convenient,"
The man threw a punch his way.
Eric simply dodged him and grabbed a hold of his collar rolling him onto his stomach. "Men like you really annoy me the most," he gave a firm kick to his nether regions.
"agh...." The man’s eyes rolled back and his body slightly twitched.
"Oh my, are you dead... I hope you’re not dead. I don’t want to clean up your body." He placed the soap bottle down.
the man’s vengeful eyes fell on him. "I’ll kill you... kill you,"
"Your eyes are disgusting. Let’s wash it," he dispensed soap right into his eyeballs.
"Ahh!!!" the man twitched around like a frantic earthworm.
Eric sighed softly. "Weirdly fighting with you made me feel a bit better. Thank you for that,"
"Fuck you... son of a bitch."
"Yah, why are you scolding someone else’s mother." He kicked him in the face.
Unfortunately, that move took him out. The guy laid there on the bathroom floor with his mouth wide open.
"Tsk, I was hoping to play around a bit more,"
He went to the sink and washed his hand once again. As for the guy, he did not bother with him. There was no CCTV in here. even if people find out about him hitting the guy, he can easily say that the guy slipped and fell to the floor on his own.
With a small smile, Eric exited the bathroom.
the bartender was peering at him with a small frown. "What took you long? I thought you fell asleep in there,"
"Nah I was doing a bit cleaning~" he giggled
he gave him a weird look., "why would you clean public restroom,"
"Well, I’m a good citizen,"