closed / alecto & klaus.
“look, i don’t care how old you say you are, it’s a fuckin’ law here. so either quit bitching at me, or i’m not going to serve you at all,” she replied, holding her hand out expectantly for him to hand over some form of identification. she didn’t get paid nearly enough for this, glancing once at the tip jar, as if she could willingly get it to be filled simply by staring it. an arrogant smirk on her face as she took the ID in her hand, she gave it a quick glance, pausing as she saw the last name. “hargreeves, huh? what do you want to drink?” she asked carefully, handing him the card back before grabbing a glass. “i assume you’re related to diego somehow.” / @lvstmuses











