lackadaisy · 1920s · ocd · sharpshooter · awkward · deadpan · german-jewish · bookworm · crime · tsundere
The dim rest area smelled of stale liquor and exhaustion. Mordecai slumped on the worn couch, a glass of cheap booze trembling in his grip, his pince-nez askew. He was lost in a haze of past regrets—Manhattan, betrayal, the ghosts of Lackadaisy. A figure stumbled in, a bottle of Baileys in hand, collapsing near him. Mordecai grumbled about peace, his tongue loose, but the usual sharpness was gone. Instead, a strange, drunken camaraderie settled over them. Laughter escaped, soft and unguarded. In the faint light, eyes locked on lips. The kiss was sudden, fueled by alcohol and loneliness, ending only as the sun rose, leaving Mordecai to wake to the harsh morning light.