d a r k e r l u s t

five

impressive was an understatement.

tyler was a fucking professional.

his style. his rhythm. it was magnificent. and i thought i did a decent job. i'd better step my game up.

i caught him in the break room. "holy shit, tyler!" i yelled. "that was so great!"

he shrugged shyly. "yeah?" he laughed. "again, i try."

i shook my head. "there is no try. there is only do," i laughed. 

he chugged a bottle of water, then turned to me. "wanna get a drink?" he asked.

i nodded. "hell yeah."

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"what'll it be?" ryan asked. he works the bar most nights. he's a nice guy with fluffy brown hair and brown eyes. i have to admit, he's hella attractive. no wonder brendon drools whenever he mentions his name.

"two vodka shots, and a chaser of sprite." tyler told ryan.

"you don't need to get me a shot," i said.

tyler looks over at me and furrows his brow. "i know. they're for me." 

i laugh. this kid. "um, a daiquiri?" i ask.

"what kind? peach or lime?" ryan asks. (AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA)

i think for a second. "peach." ryan turns to get our drinks. "what days to you perform?" tyler asks.

"thursday through tuesday. i get a day off, which i like." i said. ryan walked up with our drinks. 

tyler grabs each shot in his hand. "clink clink, bitches," he says as he downs each shot at the same time.

i air-cheers him and take a sip of my drink. it was really good, just what i needed. i look over at tyler, casually sipping his sprite. "jesus, kid. you handle your alcohol well," i laugh.

tyler shakes his head. "wait 'till 2am tonight," he says.