wish on an eyelash : ̗̀➛ opened to all
Foster's producers, managers and all were pleading with him to keep a better image now that he was out of gambling rehab - but that didn't mean Foster had to be a perfect angel. By no means was Foster the perfect man - he liked his down time to be filled with good thrill, good liquor and good times - and what better place would that be than Wish On An Eyelash? Foster had his usual table, his own drinks flowing, people to fawn over him and life was good - as long as he had the money to cover it all. He was running low - which always was a trigger for him. Still, he kept up the facade well as he looked up from his drink and smiled, all before it spilled all over him.
"Aw, fuck, man. The wort party foul." Waitresses and all came to his rescue with napkins, but Foster only smiled that boyish smile and sighed. "Ay, shit like that happens. No big deal. You okay over there? Don't apologize - you can always just buy me a drink instead to make up for it. These are my favorite pants, so, uh - maybe two drinks?"