Status: closed @bryanwccd
Location: The Dive
Moments after a new routine they’d spent the last week or two trying to perfect, Bowie emerges from the dancers’ locker room where the cash accumulated from the dance has been stowed away. They’re walking on air, still commanding the room as they walk through the sea of patrons at The Dive. They wink, playfully ruffle hair, let their manicured hand glide across backs and shoulders as they make their way to the bar. “Hey, my baby,” Bowie greets Bryan with a wide smile as they slide onto the stool. He’s their work husband, someone they thoroughly enjoy seeing and working a shift with - even if it’s only to mess with him as often as they can. “Lemme get my work usual,” They say, dancing in their seat to the music playing throughout The Dive, the bass vibrating in the soles of their platform heels. This time, the Crown Apple and lemonade is celebratory. Honestly, they couldn’t be more proud of themself. “You liked the performance? That one was for you, baby,” They tease him, winking at Bryan before laughing happily.
