starter — @goeveron | location — roadhouse bar | time — closing time
the click of the lock behind the very last patron of the night was like music to tadge’s ears. he loved working the late nights the job mandated, but it had been a slow one and he sure as fuck was ready for something else to do than stare at the same lonely people across the bar and continuously refill the peanuts. tadge cracked his neck from side to side as he threw the rag in his hand across his shoulder, walking back to where violet stood.
❝ any plans ? ❞ his gaze moved from the floor over to violet as he gave her a small pout. tadge needed to be entertained and was certainly too awake to have any desire to go back to his trailer. he leaned his back against the bar as he tossed the rag into the sink across the way. ❝ i’m bored so you automatically have no choice but to hang out with me. ❞
