dilfbait:
Already drunk as fuck, Ryker continued taking shots of whiskey at the bar until someone finally decided ‘enough was enough’ with the corny-ass music that had been playing for the last hour or so. That ‘fuck me against the wall’ type of music came bumping through the speakers which captured the man’s in-and-out attention. “This! Now this is music, ladies and gentleman.” Ryker ran a hand down his face, over his tired eyes and bristly cheeks. He’d been hit with a surprise bout of energy he planned on using. “Now who wants to dance? Come on, I don’t judge— you could get it, too, chubs.” Ry pointed to an overweight male, who’s ass was swallowing the stool he was assaulting with his lower body. “—Okay not you, but anyone else…”
She’s been watching him for awhile --- first from the stage and then, after her shift, from her spot at a bar stool next to his --- but it’s not until he starts addressing the crowd about the music that she actually fucking laughs. He’s cute, too cute to be among the likes of dudes around here. The offended look on the guy’s face makes her giggle, and she downs the last of her rum and coke before leaning over and nudging his shoulder. “I know my way around the charleston,” she offers, kidding kind of --- her meemaw once taught it to her as a child --- giving him her best playful smile. “you’re cute. I’m marcy. how come i never seen you before?”
