Aug 5, 2019
“ can i get you something , boss ? ” lincoln bellows , wiping a drop of sweat from his eye with the cotton of his black tee . it’s been a busy night at the pub , hardly unusual for a friday night . “ no fucking way ! clark olsen ?? ” his voice is nearly drowned out by the rowdy happy hour crowd and the acoustic singer making use of the evenings open mic , so lincoln makes a quick exit from behind the bar to greet his childhood friend , pulling the musician in for a brotherly hug . “ you’re a long way from new york , aren’t you ? ”
@emervldstar // clark.
