035 - Beaumont High

The atmosphere in this room feels very different. The room feels a little more crowded and makes me tired if I'm inside for too long. The lights, music, and smells made me tempted to go inside. It's not all that flashy, but it's lit enough for me.

"Please," said the bartender, who greeted me warmly. "Is there anything you want to order?"

"Red wine." I answered without thinking and said what came to mind.

"Okay." The bartender immediately moved and gave me a glass of red wine in a very beautiful glass.

"Thank you," I said, accepting it and taking one sip.

After taking a sip and going down my throat, I took out the medicines I kept in my pocket. I pulled the gauze as long as I needed and tore it. I poured some red medicine on it and then rubbed it onto the corner of the torn lip.

"Shh," I hissed, feeling the pain.

I put the gauze containing the dried red medicine next to my drink. I took another sip of the red wine I ordered without thinking about anything. I just want to calm my mind f
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