#danny 006.

who: @danny--anderson​

“Thought yer dumbass got kicked a week or two ago for not havin’ any money,” he greeted the blonde from behind with a strong clap of his hand between his shoulder blades. Sitting down on the stool next to him he noticed the gloomy cloud hovering over him. He recognized it. Why did this man always flock to strip clubs when he was depressed? “The feck is wrong, ye look uglier than usual?” he asked motioning to the bartender to get them both a drink. His eyes leaving Anderson to see if Odessa was working or not. As if he couldn’t just text her, that would make way too much sense.