@gxdeoncross
locks of chocolate strands move in unison as she prepares the drink for who she believed to be the last customer of the night. the irritation didnât hit until the bell rung indicating that someone was entering. with a small huff, she finished the drink and passed it over; a small yet fake smile covering her lips as she peaked up at the one whoâd just entered,  â  what can i get for you?  â
He had a long day and was in desperate need of hard liquor. Usually he drank his own stuff at home but he found himself out of all alcohol in his apartment. He made his way to a bar and opened the door to see it was pretty empty. Perfect. He sat down at the bar and looked over at the woman, âBourbon please. The strongest youâve got. Something thatâll attempt to knock me on my ass.â










