#erroda

     “What do you mean my shift has changed? I had plans tonight and those plans weren’t to be here till 3 am with him.” She pointed across the bar to her coworker who well -- wasn’t her favorite person in the world. “Sorry Andi, the new girl called out sick and its a holiday weekend. No way we could run on just one bartender.” Her boss said with a shrug and walked away leaving the girl pissed. When Andrea was pissed off (more than usual) then it was not going to be a good night for anybody. 

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“is it not the best, most ooey fucking gooey chocolate chip cookie you’ve ever had? like, better than mum used to make?” kimber watches with her chin in her hands, her oddness is nothing but well-intentioned. she nods, imploring. “be honest. it’s not like i’m dying for your approval or anything, just tell me it’s fantastic and i’ll be happy.” she’s grinning, at least half joking. “and you can barely taste all the many ounces of thc butter i used... only joking, only joking.” a paused beat for effect puts a twinkle in her eye. “-- unless?”

“this place is horrible. seriously, the most despicable bathroom to do coke in.” but more than anything dominic is merely playing into his patrick bateman trope, gleefully so around bobby. the hotel bar is a nice change of pace though, anything other than a boardroom is like heaven. he reaches over his untouched salad to grab the entire bottle of scotch he’d insisted the waitress leave at their table. “god, i sound like my father... or worse, your father. i’m too young to be so fucking old. just tell me you brought some cigars, if i’m gonna be my old man, might as well do it right.”

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