#c.evie

Cross over ships aren’t really my thing but if that’s the case then oh well 🫠

His opinion of guys who went to places like this regularly were pretty low and even to the point of skeevy, it seemed like the picture of sadness to resort to paying women to undress to outdated music. Not to mention the awkward situation of knowing a number of the ladies on stage from school, making small talk about the reunion while your old lab partner was half dressed never seemed to lose it uncomfortableness. The saving grace of being massive compared to others was that no one really questioned when you were clumsy and pulling the bull in a china shop routine knocking over a drink especially onto yourself to excuse yourself from the situation. “Oh shot, sorry guys. Nah, nah, come on I tag you in. I got to get this cleaned up.” Pulling himself away from his seat and the woman who nearly had him pinned he shoves his grinning buddy into it.

Wiping the liquid from his shirt with a cocktail napkin as he made his way towards the restroom for some paper towels and running water, not that he cared much about ‘saving’ the damn shirt. Not as much as he just cared about being able to hide away long enough to pull an good ol’ fashioned Irish goodbye. Looking up out of habit of keeping his surrounding known a familiar face caught his attention, one fairly different from Kelsey from tenth grade Bio. “Well shit.”