A/N: I'm just here for the cute shit. Editing as I go along, so if you find something wrong with my grammar or punctuation, please don't hesitate to point it out. I live to make mistakes.
When Uta went to bars, that is, bars that weren't Itori's, it was usually just to observe people. Every so often he'd force down a bit of alcohol just to get a tad tipsy - as he was a bit of a lightweight. Otherwise, he was not very adventurous in that respect.
However, there was this one weekend - a weekend he'd probably always remember, even as an old and wrinkly-ass ghoul.
He'd ended up at this ghoul gathering, right? Everyone was a little high strung, gorging themselves, throwing up, and gorging again, and he wasn't really sure who he was hanging out with but he was having fun, too. These guys he's with say "hey let's hit up a bar," and he figures, why not? He hadn't drunk any for a long time and although he hated the taste, he loved the carefree feeling drinking gave him (albeit... he still hated the sickness he felt meanwhile).
Now something struck him as odd as they were walking down the street on a cold autumn night. Itori had tagged along and was walking right beside him while talking to the other guys about something or other but Uta, on the other hand, had zoned out.
He wasn't sure exactly what it was, but something about going to this bar tonight... he was not sure whether it was a good idea or a bad idea. It felt different. Unfamiliar... like the calm before a storm. Something was going to happen. Something was going to change.
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E/N: Thanks for reading. I will probably update fairly often until I run out of chapters/inspiration. Review if you want to, but don't feel obligated.
Amaya