there was no doubt in dom’s mind when he heard about the event the city was planning that the wolfe’s den had to be a part of it in some way ; it’s pride month, after all, and he knows he’d be bringing charlie out here anyway, but it’s important to him that the people know his bar is a safe space for everyone. even if that means standing out on the curb in front of their tent with a feather boa around his neck and a tall, cylindrical cooler at his side emblazoned with two simple words: jell-o shots. if he looks displeased to be here, he’ll blame it on the sun in his eyes and the awful way the boa itches, but he’s actually having a good time. ❝ pride flag shots ! flash your ID and get one for free ! ❞ he’s trying to engage the crowd ― his staff in the tent is likely having a better time, but he’s been landed with sidewalk duty. he points at the nearest passerby, lifting the lid to the cooler. ❝ you ! jell-o shot ? ❞ @decaycd