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LOCATION: wolfe's den, late night FOR: jay osorio
BETWEEN THE TWO JOBS that daria worked to pay her bills to keep the lights on ( it was far from luxury, but it was home ) -- rarely ever did she find herself having a night off, especially on the weekend. most of the time, club enigma was off the chain on a friday night -- but daria wouldn't be caught dead drinking from the very supply she served unless her friends were absolutely insistent on going there. plus, oogling the handsome bartender while nursing a guinness sounded like a plenty enjoyable evening. she'd been dancing with a friend near the nearby jukebox, catching her breath at the bar with a delighted, yet winded expression.
" what, y'look like you've seen'a ghost, osorio. " daria teases, the giggle that follows slightly amplified by the two other beers she had previously consumed. after a moment she pauses, hand coming to rest on her cheek as she examines his face. " what -- i promise i'm gonna be good. you're lookin' at me like y'want me to swear on a body part or somethin'. " one more pause. " c'moooooon, i didn't take y'for a buzzkill. "








