Just one more drink [ENDED]

There he was, standing in a place he thought he would never tread in again, Hachiko Square in Japan. Everett had sworn that he would never return to the human world; there was nothing left for him here. No family, no current job or career, no passion. Sure, he could go ahead and get work, but what for? To spend the rest of his life in a court room or behind a desk, looking for the smallest of loopholes in mountains of laws just to save someone else’s ass? No way, that wasn’t what he had in mind. And what would Graedon do without him? Wander aimlessly in the digital world, no tamer, no partner, no purpose? Knowing him, the little Bearmon would just fight and fight until one day he would meet his match, and then he’d be able to fight no more.

But no, none of these things would happen. Everett had to return to the human world because he was out of his favorite whiskey and running on his last half of a cigar. Sure, the digital world had imports, but they didn’t have what he wanted. Surely, a short trip over the Trailmon wouldn’t hurt; a little vacation, so to speak. Graedon joined him, though he understood that stealth was required, and he degenerated to his in-training form, Wanyamon. Sure, a dirty man in a torn-up suit holding a blue little fluff ball was an odd sight, but at least he wouldn’t be spreading panic and drawing authorities over to himself.

Everett had arrived in Shibuya at midnight of the previous day. He took the opportunity of grabbing a cab back to his own home, packing up with some fresh clothes and taking a proper shower. That night, he’d drink chilled whiskey, on the rocks, straight from his mini fridge, and he would sleep on a proper bed. Upon morning’s arrival, Everett was eager to return to Terminus, despite the luxury in his high-rise condo. Rushing out the door, he grabbed what he needed and left.
”You know, Grae,” he started in the empty elevator down.
”Sure, this place is nice, but it’s not my home anymore. I don’t feel like I belong here.”
”That’s cause you’re just as rough as a smelly, wily, spitting digimon. This place is too clean for a shmuck like you!” Graedon smirked impishly, and the duo laughed together as they left the building.

On the way to the train station, Everett decided to make a quick stop, just for old time’s sake. Stocked with enough whiskey bottles to last him a long trip, he sat down by a tree on the outskirts of Hachiko square, facing away from the dog statue and the crowds, and pulled out an unopened 2/6 of Jack Daniel’s. With a crack and a twist, the top came off, and the bitterly delicious liquor flowed straight into the man’s throat. Pouring some into his flask, he handed it over to the little Wanyamon, and together they drank one last time in the human world before they would head back to their new home for more adventure.