Y/n glanced up, it was about an hour away till their shift end at the bar and an angry looking ash blonde walked through the doors and flicked his gaze around before sitting down at a stool close to y/n. They watched him suspiciously, he looked younger than 21 but it might just be their imagination. They put on a smile and walked over to him. "Hey, whatcha like?" They questioned, tapping their pen against the counter lightly. "Everclear" he said bluntly, looking pissed off at something. Y/n blinked, knowing that drink was -very- alcoholic and rarely asked for unless someone wanted to get //completly// wasted. They thought about asking for his ID first, just in case. They...
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