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the bar ~part 3~

marks POV

i kicked my sheets off and stumbled out of my bedroom. how much did i drink last night? Chica follows me as i walk to the dining room to see evie, cup of coffee in hand on her laptop. "your cup is in the kitchen mark." she said not looking up from her screen. i mumbled thanks and walked into kitchen, sure enough there was a cup of coffee waiting.

i walked back to evie sitting across from her at the table. "how can you get so fucking shitfaced and not have a hangover?" i asked.
"me and alcohol are like best friends marky, always there for the fun, no pain afterward." she said looking up at me, "mark you look like shit."

"i feel like shit." i said rubbing my forehead. evie got up and returned with paracetamol and some water.
"feel less like shit then." she passed me the water and pills.
"thanks," i grumbled.
"also my girlfriend is coming over tonight so don't be a stupid fuck please." she said sipping her coffee.
"i'll try but i'm hoping to get a date with jack so we'll see how it goes." i smiled to her. she smiled back.
"nice to see my lil' markimoo getting out with all the people." she said scruffing up my hair. "also you need to leave for work in an hour." she reminded me returned to typing.
"fuck thanks cheve i'm gonna get ready." i said rushing to get presentable.

~time skipple~

evie handed me the stack of papers as i hurried to leave the apartment. "good luck mark!" she called as i ran down the hall.
"you too cheve!" i called back at her. i opened my car, gently placed the papers on the passenger seat and started the engine. i got in and delivered the respective papers to the respective people.

i was playing around with the new program my boss is considering investing in for better understanding of new ways to construct  shit i got a text from evie:

bae is over when you home plz no be a complete fuck

attached to it was an image of evie with a little brunette hiding her face in evie's shoulder. i replied:

awww cute. lil baby evie finally got a friend + i don't think i'll be back till late imma ask out jack.

best of luck markimoo, don't get too shitfaced

hahahaha i'll try but you know me

sadly....

fuck you dude

no thx i'm not into dicks, hopefully i'll have someone doing that for me tonight

ok fine but finish before 12 k?

fine long as you and jack keep to his house. 

will do chevie

bye markimoo

bye senpai

i opened up my other messages and texted jack

hey you working tonight?

as always

do you do anything after your shift ends?

only on wednesdays 

so would it  ok if i took you out tonight?

definitely xx 

see you at work babe 

see you xx  

i looked at the clock 4:38 i get off soon enough. i answered emails till 5:15 when i was allowed to leave. i set off for the small bar across town.

i pulled up outside Paradise, (the name of the bar) and quietly walked in. my black leather shoes made tiny tapping noises on the slate and i sat on my usual bar stool. i looked down at my hands, they were fidgeting, i never fidget. "your whiskey sir?" said someone with a thick irish accent and a glass was pushed under my nose.
"jack!" i exclaimed leaning over the bar to give him a hug. "when do you end tonight?"
"12:30 tonight." he said running his fingers through his faded green hair.
"why?" i asked knowing he normally got off by 11:30.
"amy is out with her partner doing shit and needs me to cover her."
"i wondered why i felt so much less judged for drinking every evening when i walked in here." i said making jack laugh.
"hang with me till we can go?" jack asked.
"definitely."

ok 688 words did i do good?