he’s not sure WHAT number drink he’s on , but he’s at the point where he can’t entirely remember if he’s off work or not. he thinks he was , but he’s also supplying his OWN drinks to himself , so he was questioning it. however , for some reason , he thought this was going to help him feel LESS , or feel something that wasn’t every emotion at the same damn time. he had heard the lore , the rumors , but he didn’t realize connecting with another soul would feel like this. downing the rest of what was currently in his class , he quickly HOPS over the bar , though not very gracefully , and pours himself another. realizing he’s caught the attention of someone also at the bar , he starts by SHAKING HIS HEAD. “ i’m not on the clock. at least i don’t think i am. i don’t know. anyway , tim’s over there and very much on the clock – and sure , he looks like he doesn’t know what he’s doing , but if you just want shots it’ll be fine. ”
—— ✱▪ Barhopping was a slippery slope for Allegra. She had a history with substances, and if she went too far one night, she would never come back. Rehab had taught her a lot when she’d gone years ago, and she tried to remember how destructive a night of fun could be to the rest of her life. Not that she had much to lose these days. She was living in her car since she couldn’t afford rent, and yet the money she did have was going towards buying beers and shots at every local bar. Usually she would be stingy, keeping her purchases to herself, but as a noticeably attractive man, and vaguely familiar, hopped over the counter, she got a terrible idea. She assumed he was the bartender, but his comments made it somewhat clear he was off duty. ❝ Shots sound perfect. On me,❞ she suggested, grinning at him.
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