rycnkim :
status: open location: neutral nashville; nearby coyote ugly & claddagh on an evening run
     Ryan had a couple hours before his shift started at the Claddagh to kill which meant he’d extended his usual run time. That would have been totally fine if he wasn’t so prone to pushing himself too hard (he blamed high school football practices and his overachieving nature). Point was, even for him it was getting to really be something to catch his breath. Not that he was admitting defeat but he finally slowed down, draining what was left of his water while Kip Moore drawled something encouraging through his ear buds.
When he took one out, he realised he wasn’t alone. Usually he’d just mind his own business but being so close to work, he had a reputation to think of, y’know?
“Hey, I’d ah, really appreciate it if you kept seeing me so out of shape between the two of us? Can’t go having any troublemakers in the bar thinkin’ they can pull one over on me,” he breathed, half smiling for good measure, “You understand.”
Avery had the night off, but during her previous shift she had somehow managed to forget her jacket before closing up Coyote Ugly. She didn’t desperately need it right now, but she figured the walk was better than another night off hidden in her room watching Netflix. There was a slight skip in her step as Thomas Rhett blared through her headphones and being so lost in the music, she very nearly walked right into the guy who had stopped to drink his water.
“Oof, sorry!” She knocked her headphones back so they hung around her neck. It took her a second, but she recognised him as the security guy from Claddagh that was sometimes on the door at the same time she was on the door of Coyote Ugly. “I don’t know... If you ain’t fit enough to be keeping those pesky customers in line then maybe I should be spreading those rumours.” She joked, shooting him her own smile. “Let them know there are much more secure bars out there.”
