It wasn’t unusual for the fable  to leave the comfort of his apartment and venture out in the cold december air and head to the nearest bar. But alas, today his customary bar was closed.

Once he spotted the closed sign his nose scrunched up in displease. Sighing he turned on his heel and looked out on the street. If the bar was closed, where was he to go he pondered to himself. The idea of going back to his flat and drink the whisky, or was it cognac, wasn’t appealing to him. He shrugged to himself. Maybe his tastes were getting washed out by the dreary grey smoke he inhaled to his lungs. He shoved his hands into his pocket and went on to trudge through the streets of Seoul. It was a fairly large city, it was bound to hold plenty of places to get a hold of a glass of strong liquor.

And it didn’t take him long to find one either. Moving past a block or two he came across one. Sing Sweet Nightingale, the sign read. He wasn’t sure if it was the melancholic part of him that pulled him in or the fact that he just really needed a drink that pulled him in. Frankly, he found the name a bit long but then again; he needed a drink.

Letting his mind simply rest on the thought, he pushed the door open. The smell of alcohol and smokes washed against him as he took the first step in. Bartender nodded at his entry, Won Bin simply returning the favour before he looked around. The lights were low, a feeling of tranquil hanging int he air. The bar counter was filled, leaving Won Bin to move himself to a corner with a small table and two chairs. Free from prying eyes and the company of others.  Just as he sat down a bartender came over to him. “Whisky”, he said before the other man had managed to even open his mouth. The bartender nodded and disappeared again. He leaned back against the chair, only now realizing there was a stage at the opposite side of the room. His eyebrows arched, Won Bin had never been a man for music, leaving him only to hope it wasn’t any noisy music that was usually performed here.