#with victor.

[wjlliam]

"Sir, may I offer a coin in exchange to challenge you to an arm wrestling match?"

"oh, how could i ever say no such a polite fella? but don't get too upset if you lose, 'cause these boys-" william unashamedly flexes his arms, grinning when he feels the muscles bulging throughout his arms. "they're no joke." the other guy was, clearly, just as ripped as him (perhaps a bit more? maybe the resort's kitchen has made him soft? ... nah, he got this), besides total eyecandy, and an idea gets a mischevious glimmer in his features. even if he loses, he'll be winning. "don't you think we could make this more interesting, though? yeah, i'm thinking a bet."

[immaculatcs]

WHO: austen & @scrtissues WHAT: the only person who would enjoy working nye is austen WHEN: nye shindig !

The random names Sloane picked sure didn't feel like random names. What were the odds Austen, known neurotic for keeping the place spic and span, would be tasked with working the night of New Years? The shop already had music bleeding through the floorboards, volume louder than it was allowed to be in the name of a party while the first band were still setting up their equipment.

"Look what the cat dragged in," she said when she finally saw Victor walking in for his shift. There was a part of her that wanted to moan and groan for missing out on the actual festivities, but she let it subside in the name of being the refreshment girl for the night. "There's some streamers that still need to be hung."

She pulled out the box from behind the counter, sequined and shimmering streamers practically blinding through the box. "Divide and conquer? I'm sure there's a step ladder somewhere."