"No/surrender whiskey bar"

That bar was never closed. In the daytime, with a few sleepy customers hanging ghostly above the tables, or in the nighttime, with noise and drunk fights and all scum from the whole city stuck in there. It wasn't like Giriko was their habitué. He just knew that he can go there every time he wants to drink and then beat someone half to death.

The bar was dark, dirty and full of noisy drunken people. Usually it was really impossible to get a sit at the corner table in that time of night, but Giriko had just enough ambition and rough physical strength to get it. He ordered some whiskey and immediately drunk it in one gulp. He swore with satisfaction and leaned back in the leather sofa. Even a finest dinner with Arachne couldn't be compared to the atmosphere he got in the bar - as the dirty yelling mixed with deafening music pricked his ears and whiskey mixed with something not very health-giving made him vertigo.

A slim tall man dressed in striking clothes walked to his table and bent to Giriko:

- Everything's fine? Do you want something else? Another drink? Maybe a girl?

Giriko scratched his chin. He snapped his fingers, and his glass was immediately filled again. He drank.

- Well... I'd like to spent time with someone... But it must be a special someone, you know, huh?

A man nodded:

- I understand... Whom would you like to see as your companion? I know a very pretty girl...

- No, lemme tell you what I want.

A man bent over to let Giriko whisper in his ear. Then he left. Giriko filled his glass and emptied it a couple of times, waiting for his so called companion (he preferred another word to call it, but in the end it wasn't a question of terminology). He ordered a bottle of champagne and one more glass.

At last to his table came a young handsome man, with short blond hair and bright blue eyes, dressed in black shirt and grey narrow pants. Giriko looked over him, chuckled and patted the leather sofa besides him, ordering the other to sit. So the blonde did.

- So that's the best they got?

- I'm sorry if I don't fit you, - Said the man, staring at his feet. Giriko grinned.

- Polite, huh? You're beginner at it, aren't ya? Good. Have a drink.

The blonde filled their glasses, whiskey for Giriko, champagne for himself. Giriko emptied his drink in a few gulps. The man, or better to be said, the youth, held his glass hesitatingly. Giriko chuckled again, his hand slowly made its way on the younger man's waist. He attracted blonde to himself and looked over him evaluating once more.

- What was your name again? Forget it. Now your name's Justin. Better have a drink, 'cause it's gonna be a long night and I wanna go really wild with you.

A/N: I don't really know why I like whiskey so much. Everyone in all my fics drinks whiskey. But don't worry, in my next fic I'm gonna give Giriko only cheap beer))