OhioIsntReal
"Is the bartender flirting with me or just trying to get a big tip?" the deathly voice mused, one of his hands propping up his jaw against the bar.
A fluster, one of fear and anxiety, bloomed across your face and you stammered a measly apology in response.
"Well it worked."
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This story is an edited, partially rewritten version of an older story on my page. The later plot will stay quite similar, but the beginning and middle have gone under serious revisions. feel free to read both! I just like this version more :P
cover art is by me!