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@drakevarner || Dion & Drake || Headlights Bar | Closed
Jackson rarely worked a Tuesday at Headlights, but money was tight and he needed the extra tips. Stripping was probably one of the highest paying jobs based on the tips he got alone, but even next to the personal training, it was probably the most tiring.
He dragged himself to the bar after the song ended, flagging down the bartender. Unable to help but notice all the eyes still on him as he stood there in nothing but a pair of sparkly golden briefs and a vest jacket.
“Two tequilas, please. Thanks.” he asked, speaking quickly, he hadn’t been doing this job long, and was never one to avoid the limelight, but he was a little too sober for this level of attention tonight, and needed to change that.
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Drake had been working nearly every single night at Headlights behind the bar in order to save up sufficient money to be able to move out into his own place. The problem was that the more he worked, the more he spent on drinks after work so he was just about where he started.
As he spotted the attractive man come up to the bar, Drake smirked, “Sure thing” he poured out two tequila shots for the man who was standing in just a pair of sparkly briefs and a vest jacket. “Having a bad night?” he asked with an omniscient smirk. As far as he was concerned, every night working was a bad night.










