The lead singer job has long been over, and now Mr Brightside is playing in the bar. The rock music rushes to the eardrums. Alcohol molecules fill the air, and the smoke from cigarettes blurs the boundaries. The table next door is watching the game, and screams are heard from time to time. The stamina of the whiskey comes up. Arthur doesn't know if it is the alcohol or his brain that has been out of control for a long time, maybe from the first sight of Frances.
Francis drank the whiskey in one gulp, swallowing it with his Adam's apple rolling, and raised his eyebrows at Arthur provocatively.
Coming out of my cage,
Get out of my prison,
And I've been doing just fine,
I'm doing okay,
Gotta gotta be down,
I'm ready to go,
Because I want it all,
Because I am bound to win,
The music was still playing, and Arthur even heard someone singing along. The drum beat hit Arthur's heart fiercely, leaving him nowhere to hide, making him unable to help but speak.
"My house is nearby, if you're okay tonight."
It started out with a kiss,
Start with a kiss,
How did it end up like this?
How could it end like this?
It was only a kiss,
It was just a kiss,
It was only a kiss,
Just a kiss.
Intention: None