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His diet almost exclusively consisted of those, and alcohol. How else is he gonna soak up all that booze?

His childlike excitement for the stuff was brought to a tragic halt when he arrived at his destination --the only bakery in town he could afford-- only to find a massive line for the place wrapping around the block.

"What the FUCK?" he shouted, disrupting a nearby bystander. "Is this another fuckin' cronut thing? Goddamn hipsters. Burn 'em all to the ground, I fuckin' swear." 

Adam Finnigan will never reinvent the wheel.  He’ll just steal the damn thing and pretend he didn’t.

the unbearable ADAM FINNIGAN ; alcoholic, misanthropic bartender and bagel enthusiast

[ indie roleplay blog --- original character ] 

→ mun and muse are 21+ → easily adaptable to any verse → ocassionally nsfw → muse is often dickish but mun is not  → play with me

          ❝The fucking world is a mess.❞

( danny grumbled, his eyes focused on the grey setting sun, today had been a bad one, he want out to get some milk and came back sour. this time of year was the worst and he never hated people more. )

"I hope you aren't only realizing that much now."

"Oh is that so? Well, I suppose you can make me a drink…if you sit down and drink with me."

"Why would I do that?" Adam asked, perplexed. Talking without particular incentive never appealed to him. "I mean, if it'll get me a nice tip, then I'll consider it..." 

"Are you always this friendly? Damn, give a girl a chance to think. I’ll take a long island. If you can manage that before you leave I will stop pestering you. As you so nicely put it.”

"Not my job to be friendly," Adam smirked while preparing the patron's drink. "I'm a strong believer of preparedness at the bar. Always know what you're gonna take before you get up there. You wouldn't believe how many times I gotta walk somebody through their options before they can decide on one..."

Fingers traced over antiqued ivory, pressure applied here or there. Sharps and flats were mostly avoided, standard scales fitting his preference much more. Ollie wasn’t playing anything in particular. Really, he was just killing time. He always did that, whether it was to kill time between classes or after everyone else had left and he was alone. The latter was the case at the moment.  The teacher had barely heard the door open above the noise of his piano, only stopping his playing at the sound of a clearing throat. “Oh,” Ollie smiled, wheeling his chair away from the instrument. “Sorry. Spaced out a little bit.” 

Wait a fuckin' second, Adam thought to himself upon being acknowledged by a man at a piano. This isn't AA. Goddamn it.

In all honestly, he didn't want go succumb to an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting. He heard there would be free food; like a college student, Adam never turned down grub he didn't have to pay for. He'd just put on a convincing sob story for the group and leave --- even if he really did have troubles with a bottle or two. 

   ”Sounds like a pretty good exchange — y’know, excluding the talking. Used to be a bartender too, actually, though I didn’t mind it.” He pauses, canting his head barely as if musing. “You’ve got to admit, there’s usually someone interesting to strike up a conversation with once in a while.”

        There’s a smile on his face, “If you’re talking about it being a nickname for Richard, then you caught me. Nice meeting you, Adam.” His eyes shift over to the entrance briefly before returning to his new acquaintance. “Give me a heads up if I turn out to be an ‘inane’ conversationalist. I tend to get chatty.”

Adam nodded. "Once in a while aren't great odds, but yeah. I've come across outliers an outlier among the drunken college girls and overconfident white guys who usually come here," he said with a sneer.

"Nope, not at all inane to me. Not yet. And Richard's an awful name, no offense, I much prefer Dick..."

  “I’m gonna take a shot in the dark and say the ‘socializing’ aspect of bartending isn’t all that glamorous, right? Actually I’m just.. uh, waiting for someone— for now.”

    “But hey, if you want to avoid talking with anyone else —        I’m always up for chatting. My name’s Dick, by the way.”

"Glamorous? Not a chance. But it does prove lucrative, so I power through all the inane conversation I'm forced into. I made enough in tips last week to pay rent for a month, but that might be holiday generosity speaking."

"To be honest, I had my fair share of drinks,so your face is a little fuzzy. Why not take of your pants and let me get a good look? I may remember that a little better."

"Two minor problems --- I'm gay and you're blonde. So, I think I'll be keeping myself clothed, but thanks for offering? I'd be flattered if I weren't so repulsed, truly."