Closed Starter|| Easter, Bloody Easter
Three AM finally rolled around after a tiring, slow night. Alex barely broke $150, and not one John had even offered to take him home with them. Fucking Easter-- Everyone was so goddamn repentive this time of year. Alex grabbed his hoodie from his locker and slipped into it and a pair of shorts so short you couldn’t see them under the baggy top. Still better than just wearing boxer briefs to bar. The young dancer made his way down the street to his most frequented bar. A quiet place, with soft lighting. Perfect for recovering from the club lights. The bartender nodded to him as he entered and started prepping his usual. Alex took a seat at the bar, a few spots down from a sleeping drunk. “How was it tonight?” The bartender asked in a gruff voice, knowing full well Alex’s answer already. He slid two drinks his way. Alex just sighed slowly and shook his head. “I’ve got enough for some drinks.” He hummed. He pushed his hair from his face and rubbed away any smudged eyeliner from his lower eyelids. He threw back a drink immediately and nursed on the other. “Thanks..” He added after the fact.
