It became quickly and abundantly clear to Keiran, as he sat alone at the nightclub's large bar, that solitary drinking was both a costly exercise and one which resulted in inebriation on a rapid schedule. Normally, drinking was punctuated by conversations, pauses and stories but without those distractions, Keiran found himself with no barrier to simply drinking, ordering another and then drinking some more. The pulsing music, the growing crowds and the general vibe of the nightclub all helped along the desire to continue drinking - as of course did the drink itself. Instead of feeling uncomfortable and out of place, as a single man sitting on his own in a nightclub, with every drink Keiran felt more at ease.
Dutch courage it might have been, but it was courage nonetheless. Since arriving in town, Keiran had kept predominately to himself, at least outside of work and those things which were necessary for setting up a new life. It was easier, there were no questions, no people making snap judgements and no one to answer to. Everything he did was entirely because he wanted to do it and for no other reason.
It was, however, a touch lonely. Keiran was used to having people around him, not many but some, yet here he was sitting in a busy nightclub on his own. Perhaps he should have picked a bar since they were more appropriate for making conversations with strangers. Instead, he had been lazy and instead gone to the first club he had seen on the walk from his small apartment. Now, while he wasn't exactly drunk, he felt too comfortable in the drinking and people watching routine to do anything other than wait until he was ready to go home. Even if that meant sitting around on his own for the entire night.
It wasn't as though he had anything better to do.
The bartender disturbed his thoughts and Keiran automatically reached out to grab the drink placed on the counter nearby - not for a moment connecting that he had not finished his current drink nor had ordered another, and was in fact stealing someone's order.
Dutch courage it might have been, but it was courage nonetheless. Since arriving in town, Keiran had kept predominately to himself, at least outside of work and those things which were necessary for setting up a new life. It was easier, there were no questions, no people making snap judgements and no one to answer to. Everything he did was entirely because he wanted to do it and for no other reason.
It was, however, a touch lonely. Keiran was used to having people around him, not many but some, yet here he was sitting in a busy nightclub on his own. Perhaps he should have picked a bar since they were more appropriate for making conversations with strangers. Instead, he had been lazy and instead gone to the first club he had seen on the walk from his small apartment. Now, while he wasn't exactly drunk, he felt too comfortable in the drinking and people watching routine to do anything other than wait until he was ready to go home. Even if that meant sitting around on his own for the entire night.
It wasn't as though he had anything better to do.
The bartender disturbed his thoughts and Keiran automatically reached out to grab the drink placed on the counter nearby - not for a moment connecting that he had not finished his current drink nor had ordered another, and was in fact stealing someone's order.
