"I'll have my usual, Thunderbird."
"Hey, welcome. I had a feeling you'd come in tonight, Gandharva."
They were two people who love alcohol. They were two people who loved to dance high in the sky. They were two people who made their residence at the sky's summit where no one could reach, chasing fleeting dreams. And...they were two people who bore Roles in serving the one who sits even higher above them. Their personalities and behaviors are total opposites, yet somehow they've surprisingly managed to click. Gandharva often shows up in the bar that Thunderbird works as a bartender at.
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