#|. open.

“dude, i’m in the middle of it right now.” there’s an exasperated laugh, glancing at the person in front of him on his knees. the audience can’t see them, but pat sure can. his controller is in his hand and he’s trying to play this game. there’s not much he can say without the microphone picking it up. “may have to go on pause for a bit, guys… i’ve got some personal things to attend to, i think.” he’s hard in his sweats, but he doesn’t want to shut it off since he’s in the middle of a good game.

it’s been past the time he’s supposed to be open. in a small town like this, the cops are usually the last to leave the bar way after..... but it’s five in the morning, and ezra’s beginning to feel a bit tired. “don’t know what kind of LONG day you’ve been having, but if you don’t have a place to stay for the night you’re welcome to crash on my couch. but i gotta close up now.” he says, wiping down the counter after putting up the last chair ( besides the one they’re sitting on ). “so do you need a ride home or do you plan on coming upstairs with me ? i can do EITHER.”

it’s hard to find good workers in a small town like this. it’s harder to find good work in a small town, just as well. “look, you’re really fucking up business.” it’s hard to say but ezra has to say it. sucking in a breath, he runs a hand back through dark locks and then moves to lean on the bar. he’s watching the other, shaking his head. “i don’t wanna do this, but you’re leavin’ me no choice.” the southern man has a pained look on his face. “i’m gonna have to fire you... unless you can prove to me that you’re an asset here. and that i need you around.”

this wasn’t like him. but he’s done everything, and he wants to live on the edge. this isn’t really what he thought he’d be doing with his night, but not knowing what might happen on the other side of the wall? it was so fucking hot. at first he wasn’t sure that the hole would allow his thick member to push through, but it did. “don’t get too nervous over the size. i’m sure your mouth’ll ge good,” the cocky bastard snickered out, fingers gripping onto the top of the stall so he could fit the entire length through.

“god, you’re such a fucking skank.” he’s laughing. he’s also hard as fuck underneath nicely pleated slacks, possibly a size too small but he’s not caring. such a thick cock was standing within these pants, and he’s watching her as she walks past him. “either you were watching videos in there or some fucking idiot just fucked you. what’s that, the second time this night? nothing satisfies you?” he could fuck her and she wouldn’t be looking for more. he could take that sweet pussy and completely destroy it. he’s not even hiding to rock hard length pressing against thin fabric. “if you’re such a skank, how about you come suck this dick?”

“so you’re a fan of my work?” he asks this because he knows it’s true. he licks his lips, looks them up and down and then takes a few steps toward them. there’s a glass of red wine in his hand and he’s offering them one as well. his place is lit by the fire, candles lit and the lights dimmed. he’s always been a very romantic man. “the minute i saw you, i thought you could be an inspiration...” he’s been flirting with them all night, now bringing them back to his place after the art gallery opening? well, he’s hoping for a little extra celebration. “how about you show me how inspiring you can be.”