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Jan. 14th, 2024 08:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_cupbearerGanymede steps through the bar door backwards, pushing it open with his hip as he balances two crates heavy with glass bottles on his other side. He carries it easily even if they weigh eighty-odd pounds. He smiles at the bar when he realizes this isn't his own establishment, and the smile turns into a laugh as he sets the crates down on the bar top.
"That ought to be enough to cover me for a drink or two, don't you think so?" he asks the bar, rubbing the polished surface with gentle fingertips. "It's been a while." Years, he knows, though he still looks the same as ever, long hair plaited back, freckles sprayed across his nose and cheekbones, young and beautiful and...frankly, desirable. He knows that too.
Find him at the bar with a glass in hand, sweet-smelling alcohol making the ice in the glass swirl and clink. Welcome back to Milliways.
"That ought to be enough to cover me for a drink or two, don't you think so?" he asks the bar, rubbing the polished surface with gentle fingertips. "It's been a while." Years, he knows, though he still looks the same as ever, long hair plaited back, freckles sprayed across his nose and cheekbones, young and beautiful and...frankly, desirable. He knows that too.
Find him at the bar with a glass in hand, sweet-smelling alcohol making the ice in the glass swirl and clink. Welcome back to Milliways.
