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With a raised eyebrow, Eloise turned her head to the bartender. In all honesty she wasn’t aware she’d spent enough time there for him to pick up on what her poison of choice was. Or maybe he learned the friendly bartender act earned him more tips. “Uh–” she lowered her gaze to the drink he had offered. Was he mocking her? Despite no one saying anything (directly to her face, anyway), she would be a fool to think no one in Monterey had heard of her divorce. Either way, Eloise wouldn’t be mocked by a stranger, no. So she lifted the glass and took a careful first sip. “How did you manage to get the taste of heartbreak and disappointment at the same time?“ Eloise eyed him before setting the glass down. “Although your drink is not nearly bitter enough,” she said in a low murmur.
❛ I think you might be mistaken on the Ex-Wife currently residing in that lovely hand of yours. She’s not the type to appear heartbroken, disappointed or lost––– instead she fashions those into her strengths. She’s strong, powerful and with a dash of beautiful elegance takes the world by storm. ❜ William expressed, allowing a single brow to arch as he watched the young woman enjoy her first sip. Sure, she hadn’t enjoyed it as much as she’d hoped––– but it was a win nonetheless. ❛ Mission accomplished then. ❜
with one elbow propped on the counter, her head resting on the palm of her head, olivia tilted her head up at the sound of william’s voice. she had become more than familiar with him the past summer, where she learned that he and cason were pretty close– more like inseparable. “ the ex-wife? ” she raised a brow at him, lifting her head off her hand as she took the glass in her hand, eyeing the contents of it. “ so how nasty and bitter is this, exactly? ” she joked, a light laugh paired with a smile.
Olivia–– Cason’s little fling, or was she his girlfriend now? Gosh, the pair were quite confusing, but nonetheless adorable in the moment. William fashioned a welcoming smile, eyes lingering on the others as she spoke. ❛ See here’s one of her first deceits––– you expect evil, but when you allow yourself to taste her she’s both elegant and smooth. Careful, Olivia, she’ll have you on your knees before you can say marry me. ❜
how long had it been since he last swung by the monarchy? perhaps a little less than a year ago – before his idiocy granted him quite a crucial aversion to his favored tequila sunrise, and the like. xander took a seat by the counter, surprised with william’s greeting. “how do i put that…” he mumbled rather to himself than the bartender. “i’m sure the ex-wife’s lovely, but i changed things up… in a way.” leaning on his hand, his lips formed a reserved grin. “do you happen to serve… red bull on the rocks?”
❛ My, my, look what we have here––– a changed man. ❜ William exclaimed, stepping back and fetching a can of red bull from the fridge, playfully tossing it up to be caught by the other hand. ❛ Admirable, I can respect that. ❜ he noted, quickly fashioning up the gentleman’s drink of choice. ❛ It’s quite strong, so don’t make me cut you off. ❜ A soft laugh escaping his lips as he slid the drink over.
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this is what boredom has come too. legs cross over each other, eyes roll as she observes the bar. people watching: one big failure. yet again. blue hues snap over to the bartender, her annoyance growing. “the ex-wife, huh? sounds gross and like the defintion of cliche. but i’ll pretend to be intrigued. for a moment.” arms cross sharply over her chest, hues shifting between him and the drink. “is this like your ex-wife that you’re on good terms with and still love? or is this like … the ex-wife you can’t stand and trash talk behind her back? because if it’s not the latter, i’ll pass. need something superiorly strong.” words come to a hault, eyebrow raises in a notion of interest.
The immediate confrontation that followed wasn’t something William exactly sought out, but nonetheless was one of the many staples of his job. ❛ Well isn’t that why most seek out the comfort of the bar? To hide from their existence and live a night of thrill, lies and excitement? ❜ He teased, leaning back momentarily to grasp a small plastic umbrella and toss it into the drink before her. ❛ Oh, no, no, no–– this one is far more special. It's entirely elegant, bafflingly beautiful, and capable of reducing you to knees begging for comfort. I think you’ll find yourself satisfied. ❜ William explained, a playful grin crossing his lips. ❛ I’m so confident in my invention, that I’ll consider the first one free of charge. ❜
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A raised hand from behind the bar caught Cason’s attention—– the usual suspect: William Flanagan. Bar owner, and his best friend. “Free drinks?” A tilted brow, noting interest and due skepticism. “Colour me hired.” impatient hands sought refuge around a bottle of grey goose. Looks like he’d be the first customer serviced. Clean shot glass from the rack, and ONE down the hatch. Followed by a SECOND. Alright, steady hands, “Which side of the bar you want me?” How did he already have a fresh can of beer cracked?? Most talented bartender?? or biggest threat to his best friend’s establishment?? Consider it chase.
There was a reason William had specifically stated that the free drinks would take place AFTER close, but he should have known it to fall on deaf ears. Cason was incapable of avoiding intoxication when around alcohol, due sadly to years of alcohol abuse. That unfortunate truth did come with a single bonus––– two shots was literally nothing compared to his friends alcohol tolerance. ❛ Handle the shots. Simple. Straight forward. Impossible to mess up. ❜ William teased, directing his hand to the line of bottles behind the pair. ❛ We’ve got fifteen minutes to last call, let’s get these motherfuckers trashed. ❜
“―you know what? why not.” the corners of archie’s lips curved up at the offer as he slid onto the barstool, obviously in a gracious mood now that he had some spare time for himself. it was normally spent catching up on work emails, but it also generally lead him to the bar frequently visited by the businessman when he felt like letting a little loose outside the comfort of his home. “the weekend may be coming to an end, but i’ve never been one to pass up a little adventure.” palm flat against the wooden surface of the bar’s counter, his hand turned up on its side to stop the sliding glass in front of him and blue hues eyed the drink momentarily, amused by the name given. “charming. and what, pray tell, does this concoction contain to earn it that title?”
Classic Archie–– never the type to turn down the chance to explore the unknown. William was all to familiar with this, and felt that the frequent patron deserved a chance to test out his little creation. ❛ Prepare yourself, this little devil may look stunning but she packs one Hell of an after punch. She butters you up with beauty, elegances and taste–– then leaves you questioning your entire life. ❜ He explained, tilting his head slightly. ❛ No doubt you’ll be satisfied, so consider the first one on the house. ❜ William, of course, avoided the actual contents of his little conception. Couldn’t have another recreate it, after all.
“i’m just here to dd.” carter says, though he’s not entirely sure of what to make of the others idea of dangerous — there’s a few ideas, all of them illegal and kind of morally wrong, so he keeps his mouth shut and the ideas locked in his brain. his nose scrunches up at the name. “is it bitter?” like he supposes all exes to be.
❛ I’m a bit baffled you didn’t consider the option of the taxi cab, OR, I can blow your mind and introduce you to the 21 century–– UBER. ❜ The words alone could have come across as rude or borderline abuse, but the warm smile and playful tone was reassurance enough that he meant no ill-will. William leaned back for a moment, grasping a tiny plastic umbrella and tossed it in the drink. ❛ My friend, this is my Eiffel Tower. My Last Supper. My Pieta. It's completely elegant, it's bafflingly beautiful, and it's capable of dethroning a man in a matter of hours. ❜
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“Thank you, guys! You’ve been a great crowd!” Cason hollered into the mic. The Monarchy was a classy joint. Well, maybe not classy by ALL standards, but certainly a few notches above some sloppy dive bar. It was Sunday, which meant the crowd paled in comparison to any typical Friday or Saturday, but Cason and his bandmates appreciated any size audience. A hand swept through damp blond locks as he descended the stage and began visually paving a route to the bar situated at the back of the large room, VODKA ON THE ROCKS probably. His sobriety was coming in hot—— an undesirable sensation for the lead singer.
SUNDAY didn’t exactly equal a packed joint, but for most it was happy hour somewhere and Cason’s band always welcomed their small but dedicated mix of groupies. William was handing out a round of shots when he heard the his buddy commence the end of their show, quickly motioning to the stage for his attention. ––– luckily enough, Cason was already on his way over for a VODKA ON THE ROCKS, no doubt. ❛ Interested in giving me a hand until close? Jessica called in sick and I’m a bit behind. Free drinks after close and you can keep the tips, deal? ❜
❛ The usual? ❜ William questioned, leaning against the counter of his bar as he directed a friendly smile to his returning customer. ❛ ––or are we switching it up tonight, possibly considering something a bit more d a n g e r o u s ? ❜ A single brow arched, his fingers tapping against the wooden surface before sliding the drink over. ❛ If you’re interested, I call this little concoction the ex-wife. ❜
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