monclofdaxam:
Mon-El is working a late night at the bar. He makes good tips and sometimes others pay him compliments to mend his fractured ego ( he pays no mind to them but it’s nice being complimented time and again ). As the brunette approaches him, he puts down the rag he was using to polish the bar top and whips it over his shoulder with a flourish. ‘ you’re not interrupting part of my job to help patrons here ‘ he gives her a small smile. ‘ I’m assuming you’re new, you’re in Jameson. ‘
her brows concaved , a breathy whimper falling past temperate lips and she could barely even think straight . eyes wearily slide down to the bar , mind bottled and trying to find reason with everything that has happened within the past twenty-four hours . perhaps she’s gone daft ; or induced in a copious amount of sleep. a surplus of moments pass before peering her gaze back towards the man , breathing in deeply . “ did you say something about being new ? i don’t understand i —————– “
