[Зимняя Ден] Escape and Freeze

Eros had only one wish at the moment. And that was for girls to stop hunting him down whenever he was taking a walk downtown. The past week has been horrible. His glasses were broken and his efforts for looking for a spell caster that could help him has so far been nothing but useless. Thanks to that, he had to run away from the glasses shop, aimlessly trying to loose the group of girls on his tail.

He hated his ability.

He made a turn after a block. He was gaining a good distance but he knew if he wanted to lose them, he'd have to find a hiding spot of some sort.

Another turn, and it was like the magic in this island granted him his wish, showing him an odd building that seemed abandoned enough. He didn't notice the sign. He instinctively ran to the door, rushing inside and closing the door sight.

The workout caused by all the running had heated up his body, his breathing was uncontrollably deep and fast, but it didn't take him long to notice...

It was like he went inside a freezer.

"What... What the hell..?"

His eyes scanned the place. It was a beautiful bar, and it won't take an idiot too much effort to know that everything was made of ice. He walked further inside, approaching the counter. His breath created fogs in the air, and he was starting to feel the chill, but he'd rather stay than go out there again so soon and be mauled by girls again.

He'd also love to have a drink to calm himself down.
@"Horus"

"Uh w-what?"

The temperature wasn't helping. Eros was already feeling the chill, and he hasn't really noticed the man in the bar until he spoke, and surprised the soul out of the young man. He jumped, almost slipping on the floor, but he held on the cold countertop and gave the man a confused look. He recognized the accent and the way the man's words sounded. Russian. "I'm sorry, I don't understand Russian," he muttered.

His eyes didn't leave the man the entire time. He hoped he wasn't being rude, but there was no way he can help it. The man was so pale, he had so many scars, and Eros actually found that... interesting? Beautiful?

He raised a hand to the bridge of his nose upon realizing his thoughts. It was a habit brought by nervousness, even though he didn't have his glasses at the moment. They were in his pocket. He finally looked away, clearing his throat. Hopefully this guy was immune to his ability like the ass detective he met a couple of weeks ago, the aura around this man felt like he'll be fine.

"Uh... Gotta stay for a while. What drinks do you have?"
@"Horus"

Grumpy. And literally cold. Weird as it may sound, Eros was relieved the bar owner didn't seem very friendly. He was the type of person that made Eros felt normal. Thank the gods, except his direct ancestor, that he found this place.

He stopped being jittery the moment the bar owner gestured to the wall. The thick fog coming from his breath was irritating to his sight, but he wasn't blind without his glasses, and he recognized most bottles to be for vodka. A regular vodka was probably enough for today, just a little bit. So he pointed to a clear bottle with black labels, and said, "Just a few shots of vodka then."

He didn't usually hang out in bars. Back in his hometown, he would always just drink with a few friends at his or someone else's home, when the moment offers itself. He knew very little of Russian ways of drinking, hopefully he doesn't offend this man.
@"Horus"

The ice glass was just as beautiful as everything else there was around Eros. It was just as cold as well when he grabbed it and took his first shot.

The alcohol was enough to warm his body up and fight the cold that surrounded him. The vodka was strong and bitter, and he was sad he can only have a few shots and nothing more, but he might as well get what he can.

Another shot.

The bar owner wasn't talking to him at all, and honestly, it felt awkward.

The young man's eyes turned back to the older. He was eyeing him with curiosity, a brow slightly raised and eyes slightly wide, letting the silence linger a bit more before he decided to break it.

"Say... do lots of people come here?" He was genuine about wanting an answer to that, because depending on the bar owner's answer, he might enjoy coming back here. "I went here on a... whim, and I'm not really prepared for the low temperature but this place is beautiful."
@"Horus"

"Ahahaha..."

That's exactly what Eros did though. Wander in without being aware of what the place was. It somewhat made the cold air feel more uncomfortable because, "I'm guilty of that. I hope I didn't offend you."

He took his third shot.

"Can I have that drink with lemons?" he suddenly asked, pushing the ice glass over the counter carefully. He wouldn't want to break it, now would he.

"I was running away from... a few people. I'm glad though. There would always all kinds of firsts for people, I'm glad I discovered this place."
@"Horus"