#dylan | starter

[wclvess]

“ -- Gag me.” The girl exhaled, a look of disgust painted on her features as she all but sauntered down the steps the black bikini adorning her frame barely hidden under the sheer cover up. “We’ve got to start being more selective on who we let in. I must’ve passed at least 4 bimbos recreating the Titanic scene. It’s like they’ve never been on a fucking yacht before.”

[safetypinsrp-blog]

It had been a quiet night at the bar, most likely because of the shitty weather outside, and Dylan honestly couldn’t wait for his shift to be done and over with. He was hungry as fuck and he wanted to go home, throw his feet up and watch bad TV throughout the night after having been on his feet for nearly twenty-four hours. The morning shift had called in sick, and needing the money, Dylan told the manager he could take a double shift but right now, he was starting to regret it. His feet felt as if they were on fire.

The bar was close to empty, only a few of the regular drunks sitting in the back of the bar watching a football game, when suddenly the door opened and a drenched by the rain person entered the bar, looking slightly frustrated with the rain and probably because of why she was wet and probably cold. Winter was definitely coming. He stood behind the counter, washing the glasses that he had gotten from an abandoned table moments before. Putting them down, he leaned forward, “Hey,” he called out, getting the girl’s attention, “You okay?”

[safetypinsrp-blog]

It had been a quiet night at the bar, most likely because of the shitty weather outside, and Dylan honestly couldn’t wait for his shift to be done and over with. He was hungry as fuck and he wanted to go home, throw his feet up and watch bad TV throughout the night after having been on his feet for nearly twenty-four hours. The morning shift had called in sick, and needing the money, Dylan told the manager he could take a double shift but right now, he was starting to regret it. His feet felt as if they were on fire. 

The bar was close to empty, only a few of the regular drunks sitting in the back of the bar watching a football game, when suddenly the door opened and a drenched by the rain person entered the bar, looking slightly frustrated with the rain and probably because of why she was wet and probably cold. Winter was definitely coming. He stood behind the counter, washing the glasses that he had gotten from an abandoned table moments before. Putting them down, he leaned forward, “Hey,” he called out, getting the girl’s attention, “You okay?”