[mancandykings]

I find the ritual of shaving very relaxing, but for every day, it’s pretty irritating on my skin, so I like having the definition a beard gives.

[charlottexhudson-deactivated201]

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For a moment, Knox stood in silent shock. Reality had hit him in the face– hard; it was really her. Charlotte was always and would always be the one that got away from him. As she spoke, his mind raced a million miles, becoming discombobulated. He could hear the tension in her voice. Her body language seemed clear to him that she would rather have ended up anywhere but there and he almost wanted to curse aloud at whatever cruel deity had set this plan in motion. “A case? What do you mean a case?” His gaze followed her glass as she brought it to her mouth but remained focused on her eyes when she set it back down. “Well,” he shrugged. “You’re in my bar.” A deep sigh rose from his chest. It wasn’t how he expected their first conversation to go- hell, he never expected to see her again period. Now there she was, right in front of him and he wanted to babble on like an idiot. “Can we talk, in my office?” He desperately needed to get her alone, away from the listening ears of the small crowd at the bar.

Charlie didn’t realize how much she held against him. How angry she actually was about losing her child, their child. Her fingers danced against the top of the glass as she lifted her eyes up towards him. “I’m a Social Worker now.” It was something she decided after leaving Vegas. She wanted more from life than working small end jobs, it was the only thing that made sense in her mind. She exhaled deeply when he told her that this was his bar which made strolling in her feel more like fate than some act of the universe finding ways to hurt her.  Her head turned to look around before folding her arms across her chest, not sure how to feel about being alone with him in a room. Four walls. Just her and him. She rolled her shoulders slightly, nodding her head for a couple seconds. “Okay, we can talk in your office.” She said, her eyes lifting up towards his face.

[immutablepursuit-blog]

It didn't surprise Knox the least bit that she was now a social worker. Even when she was working as a show girl for him, he knew there was so much more potential if she just applied herself. It did, however, surprise him that she agreed to come with him to his office-- that was how everything started to begin with, although now he doubted this would have the same outcome. Despite the bartender shooting glares at him, he nodded towards the small hallway in the back. "Follow me," he said without looking at her. Once they had pushed past everyone and made it to his office, he pulled the door open and allowed her to step inside first. His experienced eyes couldn't help but to take in the view of her from behind-- a view that he had definitely missed seeing. He didn't want to sound arrogant but he couldn't help but wonder if she actually was here for work or if she had tracked him down. Maybe she talked to Ben.. "I can't believe you're actually here," he started, locking the door before walking past her. He motioned with his hand towards one of the office chairs, "you can sit, if you want.." his voice trailed off as he leaned against his desk, feet crossing beneath him. "Tell me again, what are you doing all the way in Boston?" His hues scanned over her features, taking it all in.

[thelovejournals]

I won’t glorify or romanticize heartbreak, for me it was a kind of death and I was forced to keep living.

Warsan Shire (via thelovejournals)

[charlottexhudson-deactivated201]

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Knox let out a sigh as he scanned over his order for his liquor distributor. By the looks of it, this order was going to cost more than usual but if he wanted to start building more revenue he would have to spice things up a bit. With one last glance, he pushed himself up from his desk and exited his office. His bartenders would always do a double check over his work and make sure he had all their supplies ready to be delivered. A thick smell of smoke filled his nostrils as he entered the main room. Although The Tipsy Cow had a no smoking policy, there were always one or two assholes who snuck one in the bathroom. He drifted over to the bar past the various patrons gathered around the pool tables. “Check this order, make sure there’s nothing missing. We’ve got to get this right this time,” he said sternly, handing his papers over to the head bartender. He was stopped dead in his tracks when a familiar voice sounded beside him. Knox would know that rasp anywhere. Almost cautiously, he turned to face her. “Charlie?” His eyes widened, face contorted with complete disbelief. She hadn’t even turned her attention on him yet, but there was no mistaking who she was. “What are you doing here?” was all he could manage. In an instant, flashbacks of their last night together flooded his mind; they had haunted him since the very minute he left Vegas. It felt like his heart would spontaneously combust if she didn’t say something soon. Surely she couldn’t be real. Why, how was she in Boston?

Her head was slightly nodding at the words of the person next to her who she randomly started a conversation with, a part of her realizing as the person kept talking this was why she didn’t socialize often. Charlie turned her attention towards the drink being put down in front of her, picking it up almost a second later to take a sip, mid sip was when she heard his voice. Her eyes lifted up towards the person who was talking who seemed to turn her attention away. She brushed the tip of her tongue along her lower lip, moving her glass back down onto the surface of the bar. All the bars in Boston and she strolled right into the one where he was. Out of all the towns, all the states.. She ended up in the one where he was. It felt like a sick joke, like the universe was laughing at her and at the can of worms that were cracking open in the matter of seconds. She turned her head to look over at him, pressing her lips together as she debated on giving him a smart ass remark or taking the high road and being nice like she was slightly raised to act. She held up her drink, shrugging her shoulders up once before looking up at his face, trying not to think of their last night together. “Getting a drink obviously.” She cleared her throat. “I got a case here in Boston so I’m working it.” She brought her drink up to her lips and took the rest of it down in a single motion. Her face scrunched up at the bitter taste of the liquor before moving the glass back onto the bar. “What about you?”

[immutablepursuit-blog]

For a moment, Knox stood in silent shock. Reality had hit him in the face-- hard; it was really her. Charlotte was always and would always be the one that got away from him. As she spoke, his mind raced a million miles, becoming discombobulated. He could hear the tension in her voice. Her body language seemed clear to him that she would rather have ended up anywhere but there and he almost wanted to curse aloud at whatever cruel deity had set this plan in motion. “A case? What do you mean a case?” His gaze followed her glass as she brought it to her mouth but remained focused on her eyes when she set it back down. “Well,” he shrugged. “You're in my bar.” A deep sigh rose from his chest. It wasn't how he expected their first conversation to go- hell, he never expected to see her again period. Now there she was, right in front of him and he wanted to babble on like an idiot. “Can we talk, in my office?” He desperately needed to get her alone, away from the listening ears of the small crowd at the bar.

[sadie-farrow]

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“Alright, alright.” He paraded over to where she was standing and got behind her. His frame pressed into her much smaller one, arms wrapping loosely around her own. “You always want to try and set things up where your opponent won’t have much of a shot, if possible.” Nodding towards the green felt, he showed her where the easiest shot was. “So you just place whichever hand you want to use to guide your shot at the top of the pool stick,” Knox said as he guided her left hand to the top. His fingertips ran up her arm, physically placing her hand in the right spot. “Your other hand goes on the bottom,” he followed suit by placing her other hand in position. “Then lean over,” as he instructed her, his palm spread out across the small of her back giving her a gentle nudge. His experienced eyes couldn’t help but wander down to her shapely bottom. “And lightly tap the cue ball into your target.” He removed his hand from her back and placed it on top of hers, forcing her to pull the stick back before helping her make the shot. With a small tap, the cue ball hit the no. 12, sending it into the side pocket. While still leaned over her, Knox nuzzled close to her ear. “Any questions?” he asked quietly with a small grin.

     He got close, real close. It was thrilling in the way the game at hand could never be. It was his cooperation and clear intuition with exactly how the game worked; the pool and her own he was clearly grasping. Falling easily into his steps and instructions, it  wasn’t as if she didn’t actually know how to play after all, but the steady hand and the angled body against her own, well that was enough to play along. “Yeah.” She started, pulling back slower, careful to not abruptly disrupt his closeness. “Is it your turn or mine now? Which hole do we aim for next?” 

[immutablepursuit-blog]

Knox could tell the woman was nothing but trouble-- trouble and chaos. The two things seemed to follow him around, causing his self destructive personality. He had swore to himself that he would avoid such situations, such people, and yet here he was, being tempted by what was possibly the prettiest blonde he'd ever seen. His strong frame was still pressed firmly against her back as she spoke. One hand rested on her hip, his digits giving it a light squeeze. "Well," he spoke with a low, almost inaudible tone. "Depends on if we're still talking about the game or not." His other hand rose to her face, tucking a loose strand of her locks behind her ear. "What do you say we skip the game and go grab a drink, somewhere a little quieter, hm?" he persuaded, voice still low. "Just so, ya know, you don't feel bad when you lose." A sly grin spread across his lips and he moved back, putting a small space between their bodies so she could turn to face him.

[neslyn-beinte-deactivated201801]

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It was normal for Knox to visit other bars in the area and scope out the competition. Many times, these visits had actually introduced new things to The Tipsy Cow and helped to bring in new clientele. This particular bar was the reason he had brought pool tables into his own- which was a huge help with revenue. “You know you’re supposed to actually sink the balls into the pockets and not just hit them from one side of the table to the other… right?” A sly grin formed as Knox looked to the person at the other end of the table.

Neslyn cocked her head back towards the stranger, only to ring the pool cue back and quickly bringing it forward. Watching as she sunk one of the solids, moving around the table to play another move. Neslyn was able to sink another and on her third move, not only getting one but two.  “Obviously someone doesn’t know when they’re getting played,” Nes straightened only to lean against the cue, smirking at Knox.

[immutablepursuit-blog]

His focused remained glued to the blonde as she glided around the table effortlessly, sinking one shot after the other. He had to silently admit to himself that she wasn't all that bad. With his eyes slowly giving her a once over, his shoulders lifted in a light shrug. "Guess it's a good thing we didn't put any money on this game. You'd be hustling me out of it." He chuckled playfully and began to look over his next possible move. "Damn," he muttered. The petite woman had done a perfect job at setting him up to fail- miserably. "You just might have me on this," he grumbled. Leaning over the pool table, he took aim for the cue ball and attempted to sink one of his balls; he instead, sunk the cue ball itself. "Maybe I'm not as good as I thought I was, hm?" The corners of his mouth turned up into a grin.

[dripclips]

immutablepursuit

Letting out a laugh, he shook his head. “Now that’s just awful. How is it fair for women to pull that card but not men?” Knox knew sex was easy to sell. It was one of the things that had kept his casino going. He walked around the table and began to rerack the balls into the triangle, placing the eight ball in the middle. “I’ll bet you a drink after that you will not win this game.” With a brow raised, the corners of his mouth contorted into a sly grin.

“who said it isn’t fair for men to do it? i mean, y’all could it’s just girls do it better, and girl’s aren’t so easily swayed. there’s so many times boys think with their dick, and girl’s just takes advantage of that ‘cause no matter what– we get what we want.” she explained and shrugged nonchalantly. tati turned towards him and smirked, “a drink?” she questioned in confirmation, pursing her lips then nodding to affirm her agreement. “this is gonna be fun, babe.”

[immutablepursuit-blog]

There was no denying that women always got what they wanted. It was a double standard that no man would ever conquer, much less understand. His hues scanned over her delicate features, lingering on her mouth briefly. He wondered for a second what her lips would look like elsewhere, but decided against saying his thoughts aloud. He pulled the triangle away from the dark green felt and nodded towards her, his hand waving over the table. "Indeed it is. Let's see what ya got. Break 'em." Offering her a wink and a smirk, he backed away and gave her some space.

[charlottexhudson-deactivated201]

Charlie knew this case was going to be harder than her usuals but she should have prepared herself for how difficult it was truly going to be. Her footsteps echoed as she walked down the street, her eyes roaming to look around her, check out the scenery. It was the first time she decided to pick up and move her life to another new town since going back home to Vegas a few years ago. She turned her head to look a bar door, a drink wouldn’t hurt no one. She pushed open the door, hearing the sound of conversation and the low sound of the jukebox playing some country. She let go of the door, letting it shut behind her as she walked towards the bar, folding her fingers together and placing it onto the surface of the bar. “Whiskey.” She asked when she got the bartender’s attention. Her head turned to look over at the person next to her, letting herself slightly smile. Be more outgoing her father said before she left their home in Chicago. “So.. Is this the place to be or what?”

[immutablepursuit-blog]

Knox let out a sigh as he scanned over his order for his liquor distributor. By the looks of it, this order was going to cost more than usual but if he wanted to start building more revenue he would have to spice things up a bit. With one last glance, he pushed himself up from his desk and exited his office. His bartenders would always do a double check over his work and make sure he had all their supplies ready to be delivered. A thick smell of smoke filled his nostrils as he entered the main room. Although The Tipsy Cow had a no smoking policy, there were always one or two assholes who snuck one in the bathroom. He drifted over to the bar past the various patrons gathered around the pool tables. “Check this order, make sure there's nothing missing. We’ve got to get this right this time,” he said sternly, handing his papers over to the head bartender. He was stopped dead in his tracks when a familiar voice sounded beside him. Knox would know that rasp anywhere. Almost cautiously, he turned to face her. “Charlie?” His eyes widened, face contorted with complete disbelief. She hadn't even turned her attention on him yet, but there was no mistaking who she was. “What are you doing here?” was all he could manage. In an instant, flashbacks of their last night together flooded his mind; they had haunted him since the very minute he left Vegas. It felt like his heart would spontaneously combust if she didn't say something soon. Surely she couldn't be real. Why, how was she in Boston?

[isaacwinston]

immutablepursuit:

The tipsy cow was never very lavish; it consisted of a beat up bar and three pool tables. There were some dingy booths and tables along with a juke box but it was mostly just your average hole in the wall. Maybe he needed to incorporate something a bit more appealing and possibly even do some remodeling. “I don’t know, dude. I need something fresh.” he shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. “It was much easier with the casino but my head’s just not in it with this place. You should come by the bar before we open and assist with some promotion ideas.” Knox had never thought of possibly having a promotion team but Isaac might would be the ideal candidate for the job.

He shrugged as he listened to Knox, unsure on how far the other had gotten with his bar so far, but dropping by was never really an issue for him. Going out and socializing was practically second nature for Isaac, so he could surely give his friend some pointers if needed. “Once you get into the groove of it, I doubt it’ll be any different than a casino.” He finally looked back to Knox, offering him an encouraging smile. “Just tell me when and I’ll drop by. It’ll be cool to see how far you’ve gotten things.”

[immutablepursuit-blog]

It was nice having someone other than his cousin Benjamin to count on. Knox hadn't been much of a friend to anyone since he left Vegas but he slowly began to open up more. He knew with Isaacs tastes that he would be able to assist in making some things better around his bar. "Could you drop by tomorrow? I'm about ready to head home now. This place blows." That was far from the truth but he'd never admit it.

[jacquelineswagner-blog]

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Positioning himself on the other side of the table, he leaned down and took his shot. Sinking a couple of his balls, his shoulders lifted in a shrug. “You’re making it harder than it really is.” Although he had been in Boston for a while now, Knox hadn’t had time enough to socialize- or date. His hands were always tied with something at The Tipsy Cow; stock, promotion, bills. When he first saw her, the petite brunette struck him as young- too young for him and possibly too young to be in a bar. Nonetheless, he seen no harm in playing a game of pool with her. He remained focused on his next shot but continued the conversation. “So, what’s your name? Better question, what are you doing here all alone?”

Elena tried to follow what the older man was doing, and she saw a slight improvement in her skills. “I haven’t played pool since high school, so it’s no surprise that my skills are a bit on the rusty side,” she explained, looking up when he asked her what her name was and what she was doing here alone. “Elena, and yours?” she asked, sighing before answering the second question. “I had a date this evening, someone I met on Tinder. He was supposed to meet me an hour ago, but now it looks like he’s ghosting me. But I’d already done my hair and makeup, I wasn’t about to waste it on sitting in my apartment watching Grace & Frankie alone,” she explained, shaking her head. “But he’s not worth it, I’m learning how to play pool again, so that’s something,” she said, focusing on her next shot - and actually getting it into one of the sockets.

[immutablepursuit-blog]

When she mentioned not playing since high school, Knox silently wondered how long ago she graduated high school. "I'm Knox, it's nice to meet you." He couldn't help but let out a chuckle at her slang. 'Ghosting' was a term that he had only recently become familiar with. "Well, it's his loss. I'm a firm believer that everything happens for a reason, so don't stress it. He missed out on seeing how beautiful you look tonight." Raising his eyebrows suggestively, he flashed a grin towards her direction. When she made her shot, he playfully applauded her. "See, not so bad. How old are you? You seem pretty young.." his voice trailed off. He hoped it wasn't an offensive question but before he could offer to get her a drink it was something he definitely needed to know.

[theharryallen]

Ask Me to Make an Exception

The burn of whiskey hit the back of Connor’s throat, as he sat, slinking into his booth seat. There was a fresh bruise around his eye, a bit bloodshot. Pathetic. Connor didn’t… couldn’t comprehend why throwing punches had been his instinct. Sure, the Southie with a slick tongue had pissed him off, but he was usually fairly passive. Still, when homophobic words were thrown, Connor couldn’t just sit back… it was personal.

He didn’t know why he wasn’t thrown out. The blood dripped down his cheek, and he felt the fresh sting of tears in his eyes. He felt the lowest he had in a while.

@immutablepursuit

[immutablepursuit-blog]

It had been a rather successful night at The Tipsy Cow and Knox was holed up in his office, counting cash tips out for his crew. He had been in there maybe five minutes when the sounds of loud crashing and glass breaking echoed through the hall to where he was. "What the fuck is t now," he muttered aloud to himself. His closed fist came down on the wooden desk with a loud thud. He used it to push himself up and back, headed towards whatever catastrophy had just occurred in his bar. There had been one too many fights there but this one really hit a nerve. As Knox entered the room, he heard a man /with the thickest southern accent he had ever heard/ spewing hate to another, much younger, gentleman. The two had already apparently tussled by the look of them both. In an instant, Knox had the older male by the back of his collar and was shoving him through the crowd of bodies that had gathered. "You're a fucking sorry excuse for a human being," he growled and shoved him out of the front door. It took every ounce of self control he had to not rear back and bust the guy right there. "Don't ever come back here." Once back inside, Knox asked the bartender to make the last call- despite being thirty minutes away from closing time. He took a seat beside the younger gentleman and let out a deep sigh. "I'm sorry, man. I don't even know what to say." Not turning his attention away from the other, he used his hand to motion the bartender to send down a couple of rounds. "People are fucking cruel. But don't let it get you down. You're always welcome back here." He paused and nodded his head towards the door. "Assholes like that are not."

[elizabeth-morgan]

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“Well that’s the thing,” he uttered. “Going with the flow is the exact opposite of worrying about your future. You just take it a day at a time. Nothing wrong with that.” Knox could see with her body language that she did, in fact, play it safe. “Nothing wrong with safety either, but don’t you ever want to take a risk.. be a little dangerous sometimes?” His eyebrow lifted suggestively. “The casino was definitely a lot of work but we had a good crew there.” Thoughts of his ex-fiancé suddenly flooded his mind as he reminisced on his past. She was a show girl at the casino and was, in his opinion, the love of his life. He quickly shoved the intruding memories into the back of his mind, refocusing his attention on Liz. It took him a second to realize what rom-com meant, as he wasn’t familiar with the lingo. “Oh, you mean romantic comedies? Well.. yes. That’s exactly what I was going to say,” he said with a chuckle. “But tell me about you, Liz. What do you do?”

“I can’t do that. I would lose my mind. I need to be prepared.” That’s who Liz was. She’d rather playing safe – sure many people think her life was boring and too predictable but she was happy with it. And that’s all matters for her. “No.” She sounded very sure. “I don’t see the appeal. I never have.” With a shrug, she told him. There were few times Liz took risks and she immediately regretted them. Never again. “Ah that’s good at least. A good crew can change everything.” Which was true in her experience. “I figured. God I hate romantic comedies. They are so boring. I don’t get this obsession with romance either.” She said with another shrug. “I am on my third year in Harvard Law School. I also work as an intern for a criminal defense attorney. I love horror movies, haunted houses and kids. That’s it. Pretty boring, right?”

[immutablepursuit-blog]

He couldn't help but feel a little intrigued at her career choice. Knox always felt that he was above the law and even dabbled in gang activity with his cousin Ben while still living in Chicago- it was how he managed to have the funds to open Fortunate Fates. So, the fact that he was now sitting and talking to a future lawayer made him feel somewhat out of place. "You don't like romance? That's a first coming from a woman." He let out a slight chuckle and raised a brow. "Love and romance is what makes the world go 'round, though. No denying that." Pausing for a moment, he scanned her features. Although she seemed to play it safe, he didn't see her as a lawyer. "Law school huh? I bet your parents are proud. How do you do it? The whole suit and tie, behind a desk thing I mean. That's sounds way more boring than haunted houses and kids."

[dripclips]

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“Oh, little con artist are we?” Knox flashed a smirk in her direction and shook his head. He had his fair share of hustling people in his days in Vegas. That was the reason he lost his casino in the first place, but he couldn’t look back on that now. Leaning against the table, he took his next shot and made a couple of his balls in. “Still not good enough to beat me. I don’t lose for women, sorry.”

“oh, no. not a con artist– just a girl who enjoys taking advantage of being a girl.” she teased and sent a wink in the other’s direction while watching him play. throughout the years, she had gotten plenty of numbers, free drinks, and decent sex while playing this dumb card– not that she ever really cared. “oh… really, huh? how much you wanna bet on that? c’mon, let’s start a new game”

[immutablepursuit-blog]

Letting out a laugh, he shook his head. "Now that's just awful. How is it fair for women to pull that card but not men?" Knox knew sex was easy to sell. It was one of the things that had kept his casino going. He walked around the table and began to rerack the balls into the triangle, placing the eight ball in the middle. "I'll bet you a drink after that you will not win this game." With a brow raised, the corners of his mouth contorted into a sly grin.

[dev-baldini]

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As the balls sunk into the pockets, his brows raised. Knox was genuinely surprised at her skill level but played it off. “Beginners luck.” He offered a shrug. “I’d like to see you do it again.” It was rare that the women he was ever around knew how to play the game, much less were actually good at it.

Deven let out a little scoff, looking over at the man. She had no patience for assholes - why men felt the need to constantly be obnoxious, she’d never understand. But mainsplaining was coined as a term for a reason. “And I’d like to go back in time and never have to start having this conversation, but we can’t always get what we want, can we? I doubt you can play for shit and so go find someone who will actually let you get away with your condescending attitude. I’ll give you a hint. It’s not me,” she said, turned her back on him and taking a sip from a drink before eying up the next shot she would take.

[immutablepursuit-blog]

Knox was taken aback by the woman's response. It was apparent to him she was in no mood for his banter, but that of course had never stopped him before. He raised his brow and gasped, faking shock. "Now you're just playing hard to get." With one gulp, he finished the rest of his beer. "You must be one of those feminists, hm?" he asked, speaking to her back. From previous experience, he knew the best way to push a woman's buttons and it was something he enjoyed doing. "You'll never know if I play for shit if you don't let me show you. Is it that time of the month or are you always this aggressive?"

[isaacwinston]

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Knox’s eyes scanned the venue, making mental notes of some of its features. “Yeah but what does this place have that The Tipsy Cow doesn’t?” Grumbling under his breath, “besides all these paying customers.” His casino back in Vegas was almost always filled with a crowd. When it burned down, it really took a toll on Knox. Fortunate Fates was like his baby and his bar just wasn’t there yet.

Isaac shrugged as he listened to Knox, continuing to let his eyes wander around the bar. “Could be the newness,” he suggested. “Or better drink specials. People do anything and go anywhere to save a few bucks.” He wasn’t all that frugal himself, but if you wanted a night out surrounded by people and not your own pesky thoughts, it always was best to go to bars or clubs that featured ladies’ nights or holiday specials. “You’ll figure it out, man.”

[immutablepursuit-blog]

The tipsy cow was never very lavish; it consisted of a beat up bar and three pool tables. There were some dingy booths and tables along with a juke box but it was mostly just your average hole in the wall. Maybe he needed to incorporate something a bit more appealing and possibly even do some remodeling. "I don't know, dude. I need something fresh." he shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. "It was much easier with the casino but my head's just not in it with this place. You should come by the bar before we open and assist with some promotion ideas." Knox had never thought of possibly having a promotion team but Isaac might would be the ideal candidate for the job.

[bob-belcher]

[elizabeth-morgan]

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“Living with a plan sounds worse to me. Always having to follow the straight and narrow to what you think your goals are instead of going with the flow? Seems kind of monotonous.” His shoulders lifted in a slight shrug as he motioned for the bar tender for one more round. Hues fell on her glass, making a mental note that it was still almost full- while he was on his third. “No, this place honestly sort of fell into my lap. My last place was my dream job before it burned down. I had a casino- fortunate fates- out in Las Vegas.” Knox was silently missing his past but he wouldn’t let it show. “We had it all, business was booming.. but can’t go back so now I just hope the same happens with The Tipsy Cow.” He downed the shot almost as quick as the glass was placed in front of him. Shaking his head, “but enough about that. Horror? That doesn’t strike me as your genre, Liz.”

“What is so wrong about monotonous? It’s safe. I don’t feel comfortable when I don’t know what is gonna happen. I’d rather live a boring life than worry about the future constantly.” She said with a lazy shrug, pursing her lips together. Liz wasn’t good with grey areas and vague plans, she needed a certain, solid plans for her future. “A casino? God too many people to work with.” A long sigh left Liz’s chest. “Too bad that you had to lose your dream job.” She offered a smile, not sure what else she could say. “I am sure it will. It just needs some time I guess? Then again I don’t know much about this business. All I know is hard work always pays off.” Which was true in her experience. A chuckle appeared on her lips after his observation. “Did you think rom-com was my genre?” She asked. “I know I look nice but that’s just my face.”

[immutablepursuit-blog]

"Well that's the thing," he uttered. "Going with the flow is the exact opposite of worrying about your future. You just take it a day at a time. Nothing wrong with that." Knox could see with her body language that she did, in fact, play it safe. "Nothing wrong with safety either, but don't you ever want to take a risk.. be a little dangerous sometimes?" His eyebrow lifted suggestively. "The casino was definitely a lot of work but we had a good crew there." Thoughts of his ex-fiancé suddenly flooded his mind as he reminisced on his past. She was a show girl at the casino and was, in his opinion, the love of his life. He quickly shoved the intruding memories into the back of his mind, refocusing his attention on Liz. It took him a second to realize what rom-com meant, as he wasn't familiar with the lingo. "Oh, you mean romantic comedies? Well.. yes. That's exactly what I was going to say," he said with a chuckle. "But tell me about you, Liz. What do you do?"