#goddammit toby

Update: It's 2:50 AM and I still see Chara's creepy fucking face whenever I'm about to fall asleep

it's 3 in the morning I should sleep

The rest of the evening slips away from him until his set is up at midnight. He's been dying for a nicotine fix for two hours by then and he escapes out into the alley behind the place to light one up, glancing up and down to make sure it's clear. There are a couple of girls sucking face down the way, one's skirt hiked up far enough that he can see the other girl's fingers digging into her panties, but that's nothing worse than he'd see inside the bar. Before he knows it he's wasted a cigarette, letting it burn down while he strains his ears to hear what they're saying to one another. It's easier to focus once the girl against the wall has come and starts straightening her skirt, flipping him the bird when she catches him looking. He waves genially, whistling at her girlfriend who waves back, laughing. They escape around the next corner and he guesses they're going back in through the rear door, to the back rooms. He tries to keep away from there, doesn't need all of his paycheck going up his nose, but they're always right there in every club begging for his attention. He's been mostly clean for two weeks without even trying but if he doesn't get laid tonight he'll undoubtedly end up back there.

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