I can show you the world! (OxO) (Closed)

(Please! And thanks.)
"Sure!" And they got into the car.

(Aight, I'll work on it, no idea when it will be finished bc procrastination, but anyway)
Nyx put her bracelets on and got into the car. "So what kind of food do they have at a pub?"

"I don't know, probably good food." He started the car

"I mean, like, burgers, fries…" She was all bundled up in a coat because of the driving rain, and she looked adorable.

"Probably Fish and Chips." He said. "You look cute like that." He commented

She smiled. "Thanks."

(Watch as there's a cow roadblock)

(DON'T GIVE ME IDEAS)
They started to drive
Sure enough, there was a fucking cowblock, there to ruin his goddamn day.
"OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE!! I THOUGHT WE LEFT THIS IN INDIA!" He roared.
(And this is why.)

Nyx started to laugh. "They're following you!!"

And then he flipped off the cows.
"Fuck you, cows!"

Nyx laughed so hard, she thought she would die.
"Don't make them mad, they'll just follow you to get their revenge."

"I don't care! THEY ARE ANNOYING LITTLE CHUCKLEFUCKS!"

Nyx laughed even harder, tears streaming down her face.

"JUST AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! BURN IN HELL, COWS!!" He ran over one to prove a point

"Vozreal Rafter!" She stopped laughing and glared at him. "You better not have killed that cow!"

"I didn't. See?" The cow was alive.

She sighed, relieved, and relaxed into the seat.

(Wait, so for the drawing, do you want me to just draw him in a suit?)

(Sure)
they drove again, this time no more cowblocks

They eventually reached the pub. It was still raining, but just a light drizzle.
"Well, we're here," Nyx said.

"Indeed. Shall we head inside?" He asked

"Sure."

They headed inside.

It was warm and packed. There was a football game on the telly.

He asked the barkeep for a drink.

(Oh, hello again)
The barkeeper handed him a menu and pointed to their beer options, which were on a wall behind him. "And for her?"
"I'll take a menu," Nyx said softly, holding Vozreal's hand.
The barkeeper handed her one as well. "No drink for you?"
She looked at Vozreal questioningly.

"I'd like Guinness, please. And which beer do you want, Nyxie? Do ya even want a beer?"

"I don't know, are they good?"
The barkeeper got a mug and filled it. Nyx eyed the froth.

"Let's just put it like this: People don't drink beer for the flavor."

"…then what do they drink it for?"