kalixscott:
“My disrespectful ass family didn’t take all this home cooked food home…ridiculous. I’ve got a four year old who knows how to use the fridge so…you’re taking this. It’s a bunch of cookies and cake and shit.” Kali handed it to the first person who caught her eye, sliding a big foiled wrapped plate of food over the counter as she stood on the other side of the bar, as one of her bartenders served other patrons at the club. “You’re not allowed to say no I already packed you a plate. Merry Easter.”
“ merry easter?” the male questioned out loud. richard had never been the most religious person around, in fact the only religion he knew was to faithfully occupy the club of which he was standing in every, sunday. his dear home away from home if you let others tell it. “ i never shy away from free food, but is there any free alcohol that goes along with this or....”



















