[Зимняя Ден] Escape and Freeze

"Yeah... Rabid girls."

Eros took this drink much slower than the shots. He loved the lemon with the vodka, and he loved how the alcohol fought the cold for him. Despite all the ice, he could feel warmth all over his body, even to his face.

The bar owner wasn't very talkative, Eros mused again. With that said, it didn't feel right to keep trying to open a conversation. Content with silence, he didn't talk again until he finished his drink and paid for it.

The fangirls after him were probably gone by now anyway. He stood up, shooting the bar owner a small smile. "I'll come back next time. I love this place."

He turned for the door and walked off, but slipped halfway and fell on his back on the floor. It made a loud thud, followed by a pained hiss.

"D-Dammit. Uh... The floor's a little slippery."

He attempted to stand up, and he made it, but not without feeling the pain on his back and hips.
@"Horus"

No. No, he wasn't alright. Eros' back hurt and he was afraid that if he moved again, he was going to slip to the floor for a second time.

"Not sure I can walk..." he muttered, still hissing and rubbing his soar spine. "I mean... Floor is too slippery and sometimes when it starts, it doesn't really--" It doesn't stop. At least until he gets himself really injured. And this makes Eros an idiot for still trying to head to the door despite his fear, despite being slightly woozy since he was never even good with alcohol, because one more step was all that it took for him to fall again. The closed door caught him but... in return he had to suffer some mild head trauma.

He sat on the floor, holding his head where it hurt.
@"Horus"

But Eros did try to squirm out of that painful hold. He grabbed onto the bar owner's shoulders only until he was up on his feet again. He sat down on a nearby ice chair on his own. He sure was dizzy though; that hit on his head made it the painful type, and there was nothing he could do but to hold his head until it goes away.

Maybe he drank too much, too. He was never good with liquor and he was an idiot for enjoying the Russian drinks.

He winced. If he weren't in such a pain, he'd probably feel the intensity of his shame and embarrassment. But he was in pain. And he couldn't think about anything else at the moment. "Ugh... Thanks, Mr..... uhm..."
@"Horus"