#dexter threads.

"you can slam the door in my face if you need to, but it won't change how i feel."

it's a relatively busy night, plenty of customers piling in with anticipation for karaoke at eight o'clock which he'd been morally opposed to, personally. his staff had practically begged, though and they'd insisted it would liven up their wednesday nights, so he'd given in, even if just to hope they'd be proven wrong. it seemed the pendulum was swinging the other way, though. that was why he didn't initially notice the vaguely familiar voice calling out his name as he made his way to the stairs, intending to head up to the office for a few hours to avoid the singing. he hesitates, turning on his heel with a glass of whiskey in hand and inspects the two people in front of him as haper chastises piper quietly. "who the hell let you two in there?" he asks, but there's a smile ghosting on his lips and he feels a tightness in his shoulders that fades as he looks between them. they look so... excited in a way that reminds him of their youth and the fact that the fact that he's slept with the both of them probably says something terrible about him. his brows furrow and his gaze drops over both of them before he places his glass down, stepping closer with arms folded over his chest. "what can i do for you guys?" he knows he shouldn't be so friendly, but he can't help himself. he's a sucker for the smiles they both sport, not to mention both pairs of eyes that happen to be on him, eyes he's thought about often since that night. he figures if he plays coy, maybe that's safer.

"hi! hello! how's it going?" goofy ass grin brightens up his face.