#* summer open

          “pretty sure you were supposed to pick me up two hours ago.” summer doesn’t even bother to look up from her phone. not when she heard the door open to her office located in the back of the pub where she didn’t really like to spend most of her time. she much preferred to spend time out with the customers but she assumed they were going out at the actual time agreed. “looks like you were having fun.” there’s definitely an edge to her tone that she was trying her hardest to keep at bay. but she’s always had a bit of a temper that isn’t always kept well at bay. “next time maybe don’t put your drunken antics on instagram. just a tip.” she still hasn’t looked up from her phone and has no intention of actually moving from the spot. as far as she is concerned their plans are cancelled. “you can go. i can make myself cu/ m.” 

      is it a bit irresponsible to play pool in your own bar?  probably.  does summer care?  not a chance.  she has a smile on her lips,  as if she’s taunting her opponent.  she is.   “ what do you say,  another round? ”  her lips curve,  smug written all over her.  “ or are you too worried you’ll lose again? ”

                    maybe finding herself with someone married was a poor decision on her part, as well as something entirely messy that was right up summer’s alley. she just hoped her parents or brother wouldn’t catch wind of it since they were all entirely normal and she’d always been a bit of a mouthy train wreck. not that she was thinking of them as the cool breeze from the ocean had her hair blowing around her, taking the key from the other. “i don’t think you’re supposed to give your mistress keys, even if it’s for your vacation home. just saying.” was she teasing? a little. did she know this was going to end with her getting burned? definitely. was she making any effort to stop this? not even a little.