#barhnd

[dolligan]

❛   and  how’s  your  night  goin’  mister  bartenda?  anyone  interesting?   ❜      /        ♡    :    @barhnd​.

[dolligan]

@barhnd​ asked: “You’re a real people person, aren’t you?”

❛  haven’t  gotten  any  complaints  so  far!  ❜  doesn’t mean they haven’t been complaining out of earshot, but candy likes to think of herself as an optimist. she’s on her best behavior at lizzie’s, a paragon of social interaction. except when someone starts acting up, then she’ll trip ‘em with a bat, maybe get a little too close to their personal bubble. sometimes maybe pop that bubble with the threat of lead. she takes a swig of her drink, eyes glancing over the dancefloor for a moment.

❛  wait,  matteo,  was  someone  complainin’?  ❜

[crrpo]

“Do you work every night?” It’s a mindless question, MILD compared to what the barkeep as been asked before ( Val’s sure, he’s overheard a handful of things ), for a fairly loosened tongue. He knew how to hold his liqueur and keep himself in check. Rather mind his behavior then be dragged out by one of the bouncers. “Seems like I see you every time I drop by. No matter the day.”      @barhnd​

[crrpo]

 @barhnd​   :   ❝ to keep them getting fingered. ❞ 

Val sat there leaned comfortably, lazily, against the bar. Always there to engage in some kind of conversation with the barkeep. Half way to taking another swig of the drink he was nursing, lips agape as brows shot up briefly. Finger tips of flesh and metal circle the rim of the glass as it clanked back on the bar-top in thought. He spoke then, smile and chuckle leaving him, “Metaphorically or literally speaking?”

“’Cause I can relate.”