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“oh, well– uh,” harlow stammered, quickly pressing the power button to turn the screen black, “nothing yet. i was trying to pick something out with no avail.” waving her hand in air to disperse the cloud of smoke, she her focus to his face, studying him with furrowed brows, “i thought santa had a beard. you definitely don’t have a beard. so,” she paused, crossing her arms over her chest, “somebody’s not telling the truth.”

he rolled his eyes when she caught him in his obvious fib, flicking the cigarette away to sink his hands into his pockets. “yep, y’got me. i ain’t santa claus.” he responded, letting out a quiet laugh. “well, if y’ain’t doin’ nothin’ otherwise, i was about t’grab a coffee. could use a lil’ company.”

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harlowbishop

“how cliche,” harlow murmured quietly under her breath, gnawing on her lower lip as she looked up at the man. he had boy boy written all over him and while that was usually a characteristic she tended to shy away from, she decided to withhold her judgement until she knew more about the guy. shaking her head and causing her chestnut locks to sway back and forth, she shrugged, “well, who are you then?”

he gave her a curious look when she asked who he was, plucking the cigarette from his lips and breathing out the smoke. “fuckin’ santa claus.” he grunted, rolling his eyes. “don’t pretend like y’don’t know me, man, that hurts. you wound me.” he said, putting a hand over his heart. “what’cha readin’, anyways?”

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harlowbishop

harlow eyed the tattoos coloring his with keen interest. while she had never even imagined getting something inked permanently into her skin, she appreciated the artwork nonetheless. “oh– do you drive a motorcycle and drink whiskey like all the other bad boy bikers out there?” she inquired, her tone teasing him lightheartedly. “i have to disagree with you though,” she paused, narrowing her bright green gaze on his face, “you’re definitely no devil– i don’t think.”

brennan always enjoyed the way people reacted to his tattoos. he sure as hell had more than he could count, not that they could all show at once without him being nude. “only every night.” came his response, arms crossing over his chest. he raised a brow as she refuted his claim, letting out a quiet scoff. “y’clearly ain’t got any idea who the fuck i am, girlfriend. ain’t a good bone in my body.” he retorted, reaching for the cigarette that he’d placed behind his ear and placing it between his lips.

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harlowbishop

harlow loved spending her afternoons on campus. if she wasn’t engrossed in one of those trashy romance novels she loved so much, she was aimlessly watching the other students move from building to building, all different kinds of emotions etched onto their features about the quickly approaching school year. having selected a spot on her favorite bench beneath one of the large oak trees, she was sitting cross-legged, twirling a lock of chestnut hair around her finger as she flipped through her library on her kindle. “am i feeling alpha-male billionaire or bad boy biker today?” she murmured aloud to herself, not hearing the other person approach. she didn’t look up until she felt a pair of eyes on her face and she still nearly jumped out her skin when she finally glanced up, a hand flying to cover her rapidly beating heart, “jesus christ. you about gave me a heart attack just standing there like that!”

brennan found himself aimlessly wandering around campus more often than he thought, mostly to chain smoke but also out of pure boredom. plus, there was always the possibility of running into a friend or two and he was into that kind of spontaneity. he was halfway done with his second cigarette when he spotted a familiar face sat underneath a large oak tree, deciding to make his way over. overhearing her spoken thoughts, he smirked to himself, flinching a bit himself when she jumped. “hey man, yer the one who said bad boy biker.” he teased, rolling up the sleeves of his sweater and exposing the tattoos that covered his forearms. “ever heard that phrase, speak of the devil ‘n’ he shall appear? well, here i am, doll.”

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“okay, i don’t know what the fuck happened, but i just got tipped two thousand dollars by the same guy that shouted a round for everybody.” monty spoke, shaking her head.

“holy shit,” brennan muttered, brows furrowing. “you try’na throw a banger t’celebrate?” he asked, cracking a grin.

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lisxmoreau

The moment she saw him, Lis lifted up an eyebrow, expecting him to yell at her, but instead she was completely caught by surprise when he tossed her over his shoulder. “Wait…what the fuck, B?” She questioned, trying to hold back a laugh from escaping her lips. Once they entered into the other room and he threw her on the couch, she looked up at him with an amused smile and instantly returned the kiss when his lips came crashing down upon hers. “Hmm, you missed me that much, huh?” Lis mumbled against his lips.

Brennan barely had time to even think of a response. He was far too concerned with ripping each other’s clothes off to speak. His shirt came up and over his head and was hastily discarded before his hands went for hers, swiftly ridding her of the pesky garment before he realized what she’d said. “So fuckin’ much, baby,” He muttered, doing his best to undo his belt as quickly as possible.

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“Hey, yeah. Could you tell Brennan to get his ass out here?” She directed her question to a rather rough looking man right at the front of the shop. “He decided to just bounce on me and our kid. Like what kind of asshole does that?” Lis lied and she swore in that moment she almost lost it and burst out into laughter. She was shouting loud enough for him to hear. He was going to be angry and she knew it, but he was the one that challenged her in the first place. He said she wouldn’t embarrass him and now she had no other choice. She could never pass up a challenge. @brcnnanblvck

Brennan had been in the back room preparing a piece for an appointment he had in around an hour when he heard yelling from the front of the store. Immediately recognizing the voice, the tattoo artist stormed out toward the front desk and made his way up to the female, wordlessly picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder. “I got this, Eddie, don’t worry.” He assured his boss as he carried her away and into the lounge, making sure to lock the door before tossing her down on the couch. “Oh, you fuckin’ did it now.” He warned as he dropped down on the couch and crashed his lips against hers.