Nov 15, 2018
elvie hates places like this. he sticks out so uncomfortably in the sea of designer clothes and expensive drinks. it doesn’t really matter that he can afford to frequent any luxurious bar in nyc. he so obviously doesn’t belong. it’s no wonder the bodyguard keeping vigil over the huge vip booth stepped into his path before he even got close. elvie huffed, popping his head around the huge figure. “knock knock, dipshit!” for some reason he thought it might be funny to actually knock on the bouncer’s very broad chest. “sorry,” he winced, taking his eyes off of angel for a moment to smile nervously at the man. / @ofangelos