[Tuesday doesn't happen, and there's no point dwelling on why not - it wasn't interesting, just paperwork - although Ling can't help but wonder if Greed thought about him at all when he didn't turn up. Not that he said it would be Tuesday, or it usually is, just—he dwells on that, okay? Whether or not Greed thought at all about him while he wasn't there.
But that's Tuesday, and Thursday is as far from a quiet night as he's ever seen in this place. He hasn't come in with anyone, so he almost doesn't stay, but somehow he's swept in and, honestly, he's made lifelong friends with three different groups of steadily drinking students before he finally deposits himself at the bar. So it's fun—someone has spilled their drink on him between the door and this seat, but he doesn't care.
And then there's Greed coming over, and Ling finds himself just as guilty of leaning on the bar and ignoring the throngs of people behind him to stop and chat. It's like any other time he's here, he just has to raise his voice.]
Drunk people love me, [he says cheerfully by way of greeting. These are his people.] They laugh at my jokes and everything.
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But that's Tuesday, and Thursday is as far from a quiet night as he's ever seen in this place. He hasn't come in with anyone, so he almost doesn't stay, but somehow he's swept in and, honestly, he's made lifelong friends with three different groups of steadily drinking students before he finally deposits himself at the bar. So it's fun—someone has spilled their drink on him between the door and this seat, but he doesn't care.
And then there's Greed coming over, and Ling finds himself just as guilty of leaning on the bar and ignoring the throngs of people behind him to stop and chat. It's like any other time he's here, he just has to raise his voice.]
Drunk people love me, [he says cheerfully by way of greeting. These are his people.] They laugh at my jokes and everything.