#bluehairedtales

...He really didn’t seem like he’d been in many bars in his life. At least he was friendly, even if seemed like he didn’t fit in. He either didn’t seem to care, or had much more going on behind those bright, silver eyes.

“Surprises? Well, have I mentioned what I can do with my tail yet?”

Like atleast give me a paragraph to work with if we’re not doing shitposting/muse shinanigans, like 5 sentences constitutes as a paragraph for me (thx college) but yea.

And of course, in typical fashion, Bowen would close his eyes, leaning into every single one of her kisses, making little noises as he felt her lips on his skin. He was clearly enjoying this... he always did.

“Hi! How many drinks would I have to buy to get some alcoholic beverage advice?” Jess asked, she’d gone a little out of her way to find a bar that none of her bunch would have gone to and since she was planning a ‘you guys have survived another year of uni hell!’ party for them. She figured she may as well try to go a lil fun and fancy with the drinks. The best place to go for advice on that sort of thing was a bar! She also didn’t want to waste the bartender’s time hence her ‘how much would I have to buy’ comment, she’d feel bad if she didn’t buy a least a few drinks to make up for distracting her.

Thank you so much for these hearts, Nat, Simy! You two are also a joy to be seen in anyone’s dashboard! 

“I suppose ya wear it jus’ fine, though. Ya ever been any other colour? I went blonde, once, ya know! Bleached it... M’ dad wasn’t very happy at all. Never heard th’ end of it before it grew out.” He paused for a moment, lost in thought at the memory, before his head perks up. “I never gotcha name, either, miss... Ya can call me Mac.”