chelseaduke:
“You’re being impossible, Rowan.” Chelsea groaned, leaping over the bar to his side, gripping his arms to stabilize herself. “You even smell of vodka, the bride will not like this,” she scowled. She turned around, slipping on an empty bottle of gin, her bottom hitting the marble floor. Her cheeks going beet red, she refused to look at the inebriated bartender as she crawled out of the bar.
“Nothing is impossible, Chelsea.” Rowan shook his head and rolled his eyes, watching as she leaped over the bar and used him to stabilize herself. “Nothing a breath mint can’t fix.” he chuckled, smiling at her. He knew she was mad, and honestly if he wasn’t so drunk he probably would’ve been himself. As he heard something hit the floor, Rowan turned, seeing her on the floor. “What are you doing down there?” he asked. “You need some help?”
@rowanvincent
“Nothing is impossible, Chelsea.” Rowan shook his head and rolled his eyes, watching as she leaped over the bar and used him to stabilize herself. “Nothing a breath mint can’t fix.” he chuckled, smiling at her. He knew she was mad, and honestly if he wasn’t so drunk he probably would’ve been himself. As he heard something hit the floor, Rowan turned, seeing her on the floor. “What are you doing down there?” he asked. “You need some help?”
Chelsea felt the dull pain on her back, shuffling across the floor. “Yeah, I’m okay.” She lied through gritted teeth, hiding her red face behind her dark hair. “Let’s never speak of this,” she said, rising to her feet.

















