"Oh, shut up. I’m starving over here! I got money, isn’t that what you want?!"
"Depends. You leave good tips?"
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@yourpersonalplayboy
"Oh, shut up. I’m starving over here! I got money, isn’t that what you want?!"
"Depends. You leave good tips?"
"Oh, uh, I didn’t come here for drinks."
"Oh? So you came for something a bit more personal, hm?~"
"I wanted to find some peace and quiet to read and study. …If it’s a problem, I’ll just be on my way. I’m sorry for disturbing you."
"Little lady..."
"a bar is no place for any of that. Did you get lost or somethin'?"
"Well, erm, I don’t really carry my ID with me." Lies.
"No ID, no drinks, that's how it works around here."
"ID’s—?" Looking around, she didn’t even notice this was a bar until he mentioned it. Strange. First, she was walking around. And then, she shows up here. It was probably on accident though. “I’m only sixteen and I definitely don’t plan on drinking."
"If you're that young then what the hell are you doing coming to a bar?"
"Just shut up and make me some nachos, asshole!"
"Beat it pal. I don't serve rude customers."
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"Well you guys are kinda early. Uhh... could I help you with something? I'll need some ID's first."
His smile melted into a playful smirk. Damn right he would look good in a suit. “Nah, I just can’t handle nighttime jobs. I would much rather spend my days at work and have the evenings to myself… Tips aside — although that’s as good an incentive as I’ve ever heard!"
"Evenings to yourself." He repeated in a murmur, suddenly surprised people actually do that, and not truly understanding why. "You don't like going out? Like to parties or anything? Dude... what kind of work do you do that makes you so stressed out?"
Tsubaki cupped her chin in her palm. “I’m sorry about that…but do I really have to wait till Friday? It’s only Tuesday, and I came all the way out here to say hello…"
"Well... I guess one drink wouldn't hurt," Blaine stated with a sigh, hoping this wouldn't end up hurting him in the end. He seriously did not need to get fired.
"Now, do you have an ID that I can see before I let you in?"
”.. Learn the hours? Oh.. No, thank you. This one is not here for serving. This one is actually looking for someone.."
"You would not happen to have a boisterous, intoxicated redhead in there? Mm?"
"Redhead?"
"Not that I am aware of. Why? Is he causing you some trouble, ma'am?"
“Destroy this place”
"Dude! No!"
~Blaine's Voice~
Blaine withholds a very strong southern accent but he tries to hide it to his best ability.
He doesn't really like when people comment on it and will tend to clear out his throat a lot in order to suppress it.
To him, it's embarrassing because he believes it's distracting and doesn't fit his looks.
“But I can’t just yet… I still have one thing that I need to do”.
"Oh? And what's that?"
“Well, I’ve never been out here before, and there are plenty of big companies around…” What else could he say, that It seemed like a good idea at the time? Heh, lame. “I s’pose neither of us would be suited for a cubicle, though.” He smiled brighty, “Not that I could do this job either…”
He chuckled, "I guess you are right." Shooting a rather playful smirk at the other, Blaine relaxed and let out a fake yawn, suppressing his laughter so that way he wouldn't seem so eager in conversing. Even though, he truly was. "Though I must say, a suit does look good on me," he stated sarcastically, "I'm sure you would fit in one just as good! But there's nothin' hard about bartendin'. Just gotta give a smile to the right people, say a couple of compliments, and write down their number. Then, you'll get huge tips. It's not that hard man, trust me."
“Does it look like I give two shits?”.
"Just get the fuck out man."
Ah, good. He wouldn’t have to get wet. “I tend to come and go, but it looks like I’ll be sticking around here for a while. What about you, you a Beverly Hills man?”
"Heh, does it look like I am?"
"Well, I only just moved here a year ago. Tryin' to save up money, ya know? Maybe one day I'll get out of this place but for now I'm just trying to get by. So what is it that has brought you to this part of the world, huh?"
“And what if I don’t want to leave?”.
"I said I didn't want any fucking trouble."