location: coyote ugly for: @blaircamp
he didn’t go out on the town most nights; he knew some people during his studies that really hit the bottle and the dancefloor in equal measure, but he was a newcomer here and had to be conscious of that. still, someone at claddagh suggested he go to the auction night at the coyote ugly saloon, and he thought: why not?
it took him a moment to get to the bar. for one: the crush of bodies was intense and the girls dancing on the bar threw him for a loop. as modern as he wanted to be, he wasn’t this modern.
“oh, apologies,” he said as he bumped into someone. “let me-- let me get you a new drink.”














