Sep 25, 2017
“Didn’t think you were gonna show, gorgeous,” the werewolf teased, reaching over the bar to grab another beer. Opening it with the inner, meatier part of his forearm, he passed it to the other with a smile. “Everything’s being charged to my card, so order as much as you’d like. We’re sitting right over there,” he gestured with his own beer towards an obvious VIP area, complete with a velvet rope and pre-ordered bottle service. “Everything’s on me tonight so just relax your little bus-boy heart.”
[ @liamjeppsen ]