STARTED JAN 2023--
MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT. Viewer Discretion is advised.
Priscilla Pearl Wolfe is a Pornstar.
Halen Elle used to be.
That is until the apathetically charming jackass with a back pocket full of guitar picks and skittles moves...
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"Evening sir. Can I top your drink off for you?"
"No." I don't pay any mind to the waitress standing at my table. Bellrock Bar is a ghastly sight. But, even worse, is the manager. Tim. The culprit of this all. The one who used to understand the struggles of the working man, but now would rather stand like a pussy in the corner, barking out commands to his workers like a dictator.
It's not my first run in with him.
I've been to Bellrock Bar before.
It seems he doesn't remember my face.
But, he will.
"More where that came from, sweetheart." Mars takes the waitress up on her offer and winks at her as she walks away. He looks back at me, his animated brow coming to crease as he adjusts his repulsively bright blue tie, "So, Halen, you buyin' me a drink is nice and all, but... what the fuck am I doin' here, lad?"
"You're sitting. You're drinking. And you are keeping your sidekick, quiet."
"Oh, fuck you!" Blue loudly exclaims, his arms crossed over his chest, "I'm not his bloody sidekick. Geez, it's no wonder Pearl doesn't like you. All I wanted was to come along on guys night, and have some fun, and now you're being a big ol' bummer. You need heaping dose of anti-dick"
"And you need a dose of actual dick." I'm at my wits end with the Aussie. He is extremely, extremely annoying, "What is it with everyone in the manor being so cranky and sexually deprived?"
"I jerk my dick everyday, thank you very much," Blue flips me the bird, "The only cranky one here, is you."
"I am feeling perfectly adequate."
"I. Am. Feeling. Perfectly. Adequate— Beep, beep, beep." He does robot arms and then stops, "Yeah, and I'm a goddamn dinosaur. Get fucked, cunt." He rolls his eyes and picks up his drink.
"Now do you see why I didn't want you to bring him?" I look at Mars.
"He's a good boy. He's just young. He's still got his youthful energy and the strength in his knees, that's all." Mars chews on a toothpick as he claps Blue on the back, "Isn't that right?"
"Hell yeah it is. I'm youthful. Suck it, Oscar the Grouch."
"Mm." I grunt in annoyance and pay my attention back to Tim.
"Is your beef with that guy?" Mars asks.
"Beef?" I grimace and look back him, "I do not have beef — what?"
"It means problem. Do you have a problem with that Tim guy?" Blue clarifies, "You've been staring at him harder than I stare at shirtless Tyrese Gibson in 2 Fast 2 Furious."
