{{ @travideon }}
It was late. Bex had just finished a show, drenched in sweat she made her way over to the bar having given part of her soul away to those who watched, danced, sang, and sweat before her. It was always exciting, fun and enchanting - a high. But, coming down was always hard. Messing with cleaning some of the sweat from her hair and the back of her neck she let the towel end up hanging around her shoulders. Half expecting to see her bro behind the bar she smiled anyway seeing Travis. “Hey buddy, vodka soda if you don’t mind,” she’d always been polite when it came to the other male. There was unspoken history each one held close and despite not really saying much they knew there was at least more than a little tragedy and trauma in one anothers background. “How’s the night been? Slow? Steady? Looked like people were pretty trashed or at least fucked up on something tonight.”