Tits, Clits & Bong Hits. Every time Stevie saw the name of the lounge, she couldn’t help but smirk a little. It was a childish thing and yet, everyone was allowed a bit now and then. Stevie more than others considering she made her money kicking teenage boy ass in a variety of video games. So she allowed herself a chuckle as she stepped through the threshold and into the main lobby. She needed it after the day she’d had. “Excuse me?” she called, seeing the main desk empty at the moment. Thumbs hooked into her blue jeans pockets, ignoring the red plaid material tied about her waist as she sauntered back toward the bar area. If it wasn’t here, she was fucked, but what were the chances someone would turn it in if it were? Slim.
“Hey, do you work here?” she called out to the first person she spotted, a hand withdrawing from her pocket to push her hair from her face, “I think I left my wallet here yesterday. Any chance anyone has seen it?” @realdylanadams
