~3rd Person POV~

"Here you go sir~" A female passes him a cup filled with blood wine  (do ghouls drink that? Fuck, Whatever)

"Ah, thank you" He said quietly. He started drinking without hesitation. He looked depressed like the other guys around him. Probably drunk out of their minds too. Who knows.

He was just thinking about her.  The way she played. How her beautiful hands touches those keys and her body  swayed to the music she played. He just missed her. Badly. And just wanted to feel her again.

By then, after a while, he already had finished his sixth or seventh cup, he lost track. And since his body wasn't used to the drink, he did get tipsy. Just following the steps of everyone else who was there around him. Just another drunk who had relationship problems

"Anything else sir? Are you okay?" The waitress came by, to check up on him.

"Bill please" he responded, he looked up at her. She nodded as she walked away. Walking like she was in a catwalk, showing off what she has. He bluntly rolled his eyes and ran his hand through his hair and sat back in his chair.

'I should go and talk to her...'

'Nah, I'm kinda drunk right now tho'

'But still. It can help get close to her..'

'She'll smack the shit outta me tho if she even smells my breath.. Cause there a 99.99% I will try to kiss her.. and probably mo-'

"Hellooo??" His thoughts were distracted by the waitress. He took the bill and looked at it. He immediately took out the money and handed it to her + tip. "Thank you" he said. The waitress just smiled and left him alone.

He got up and gathered his things and left with a smirk plastered on his face.

'You know what? Fuck it.'