the night was finally hitting a lull, customers coming one or two at a time, rather than waves of ten, fifteen all at once. good for the dancers and his tip jar at least. he was wiping down the bar when someone he hadn’t seen here before came up to the bar. he put on his best tip-earning smile and walked over him. “hiya. what can i get for you, handsome?” he hummed, leaning his elbows on the counter he stood behind. ( @jessroscnberg )











