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PRINCE: if a carpet that May or May Not have blood stains on it is being replaced how does one Not alarm the people replacing the carpet?
PRINCE: i am 100% asking for a friend btw
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SMS * / PRINCE & ??
PRINCE: question of the night,
PRINCE: if a carpet that May or May Not have blood stains on it is being replaced how does one Not alarm the people replacing the carpet?
PRINCE: i am 100% asking for a friend btw
“ IS IT REALLY A FUN NIGHT OUT if my phone isn’t going off with notifications about me being involved in espionage and accusations about my sex life ? ”
“You’d think,” Claire hummed, hopping up onto a stool at the bar and speaking to whoever would listen. “that after all the money they get from so many people visiting, they could at least make the bathrooms a little nicer. I mean, who wants to wait in a line outside for ten minutes only for it to be all old toilets and faded mint paint? Nobody, that’s who.”
The air was absolutely frigid and gusts of icy wind followed Bridget through the door as she ducked into the club, completely bypassing the line. Cupping her hands over her mouth, she breathed hot air onto her frozen fingers and made a beeline to the bar, ignoring the many stares. Or trying to. There were people pointing and phones being aimed her way. Nothing new, but Bridget had to bite her tongue to keep from bursting out in anger. Had they never seen a celebrity before? “Tequila on the rocks, please,” she demanded from the bartender, shooting the person next to her a glare. “What are you looking at?”
“hold that,” dominic commands from behind the clunky black mass of his digital camera. denial has always been his favorite stage of grief. “--no, no. don’t smile.”
Sinking down into an empty seat, Paige leant a little towards the person beside her, trying not to crowd their space but also in need of a tiny favor from them. “Oblige me for just a second, will you?” She muttered, eyes darting over to where she’d been sitting only moments before up at the bar. “That guy up there, with the red shirt, seems to think I owe him a date because he went and saw one of my films twice and I might have panicked and told him I was already on a date with you. Sorry about that.”
BASS GRABS A BEER FROM THE FRIDGE and wanders back over towards the couch, popping it open as he walks. “ I don’t even know what was going through her head, right? I mean– I’m not that stupid to accept something like that, you know? ” He plops down and kicks his feet up on the coffee table before taking a swig. “ I just don’t understand it. You offer to buy someone a drink, they don’t expect to get a glass of lemonade in front of them and somehow you think you’re still getting sex later that night? Yeah, in your dreams. ”
A couple sat dripping soaked in their gin and tonic water before Chase, falling more loose lipped in their conversations as many customers do. It was a slow Thursday afternoon for tips and with the money he had already budgeted out for the week, he had ran dry, and was hoping for some good tips as his utility bills were due by five or come morning were to be shut off. But today just hadn’t seemed to be his day, there were three other bartenders on his same schedule, to his disadvantage, all females, which were a favorite as most of the customers round this time of day were men.
With ten minutes til he was off, Chase was silently praying in his head for them to drop him something generous. They were dressed in head to toe, Louis and Gucci and had overheard them talking over business plans they had in works. Chase had been kind and even engaged with them; predominately the wife about how they spent their morning together around the city, talked with them a bit about where he grew up and went to school, as they had mentioned their business had roots there.
The women seemed fond of him and in the moment she slipped from her stool, Chase was watching her out the corner of his eyes as she went to grab for her husband’s arm, telling him to tip the boy nicely. He kinda felt the man had something against him all the while they had been talking, and it came out clearly. The man had seen Chase outside earlier on his break exchanging in the alleyway.
The man scoffed as he looked to Chase then to her. “I’m not gonna give money to another one of the city’s junkies.” He muttered out what the man thought was beneath his breath, yet anyone near could definitely hear. As they walked away, Chase nodded softly as he pretended he hadn’t overheard it himself. Keeping his eyes low, he was definitely ready to go home now.
8 minutes left on the clock.