#thebartendernextdoor

"Why can't you just give me the drink I ordered? I'm not underage," the brunette lied smoothly but it was obvious on the way she acted that she was much younger than what her I.D was saying. There was no way she would look like a twenty-two year old when she barely looks eighteen.

Should I take that as a no?

“How about we just do all of that, riding, mounting, whatever your little heart desires, and then some?”

Amelia: “I told you not to show anyone these!”

“If I didn’t have to go I wouldn’t,  but I had to, since you’re my fiance that entitles you to come with me.”

The day had gone from bad to worse in a matter of seconds when Amelia discovered that her boyfriend would once again be standing her up.  She glanced down at the two meal tickets she had and sighed, not being able to stop the feeling of disappointment taking over.  Her eyes moved from the bench to her phone as she dialed a familiar number out of impulse.  She held the phone up to her ear and bit her lip as she waited nervously for an answer. 

"What this old thing?" She giggled, running both of her hands down the shirt before biting her lip gently "Nah I stole it from some old guy" 

"Gabe.. it’s like four in the morning," she muttered, but just rolled over on her side, lifting the covers over her more, and scooted over so he could just join her in bed. "Fine, get in here… get some sleep."