Blue was not in the best of moods. There was nothing fun about the celebration he was partaking in.
Ken had rented out the entire restaurant for the cast and crew. It was the kind that was divided into roomy private compartments. And Blue was sharing the same private room as Ken, Adonis, River, and two other behind-the-screen staff.
"It was fun, wasn't it? Chaotic, but fun." One of the nameless staff said as he raised a glass of beer.
Blue was forced to clink glasses with them in the name of, 'To a fun production.' The alcohol went in easily through his mouth. But it didn't ease his discomfort.
All Blue wanted to do was go back home. His home. Winter. Argh.
Blue chugged on the beer and emptied the glass because of that thought, slamming it down on the table with a loud noise. The other people in the table found Blue's behavior strange but none were in the mood to pry.
Only Adonis cared so much to ask.
